Complete Poetical WorksHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1882 - 635 páginas |
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... mother Ida , harken ere I die . She ceased , and Paris held the costly fruit Out at arm's - length , so much the thought of power Flatter'd his spirit ; but Pallas where she stood Somewhat apart , her clear and bared limbs O'erthwarted ...
... mother Ida , harken ere I die . She ceased , and Paris held the costly fruit Out at arm's - length , so much the thought of power Flatter'd his spirit ; but Pallas where she stood Somewhat apart , her clear and bared limbs O'erthwarted ...
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... mother , hear me yet before I die . I wish that somewhere in the ruin'd folds , Among the fragments tumbled from the glens , Or the dry thickets , I could meet with her , The Abominable , that uninvited came Into the fair Peleïan ...
... mother , hear me yet before I die . I wish that somewhere in the ruin'd folds , Among the fragments tumbled from the glens , Or the dry thickets , I could meet with her , The Abominable , that uninvited came Into the fair Peleïan ...
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... mother's feet . O the Earl was fair to see ! ΤΟ WITH THE FOLLOWING POEM . I SEND you here a sort of allegory , ( For you will understand it ) of a soul , A sinful soul possess'd of many gifts , A spacious garden full of flowering weeds ...
... mother's feet . O the Earl was fair to see ! ΤΟ WITH THE FOLLOWING POEM . I SEND you here a sort of allegory , ( For you will understand it ) of a soul , A sinful soul possess'd of many gifts , A spacious garden full of flowering weeds ...
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... mother's view , She had the passions of her kind , Indeed I heard one bitter word She spake some certain truths of you . That scarce is fit for you to hear ; Her manners had not that repose Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere . Lady ...
... mother's view , She had the passions of her kind , Indeed I heard one bitter word She spake some certain truths of you . That scarce is fit for you to hear ; Her manners had not that repose Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere . Lady ...
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... mother , the maddest merriest day ; For I'm to be Queen o ' the May , mother , I'm to be Queen o ' the May . There's many a black black eye , they say , but none so bright as mine ; There's Margaret and Mary , there's Kate and Caroline ...
... mother , the maddest merriest day ; For I'm to be Queen o ' the May , mother , I'm to be Queen o ' the May . There's many a black black eye , they say , but none so bright as mine ; There's Margaret and Mary , there's Kate and Caroline ...
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Página 237 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Página 257 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Página 354 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Página 251 - Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
Página 85 - Tho' much is taken, much abides ; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven ; that which we are, we are ; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Página 83 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades 10 Vext the dim sea : I am become a name ; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but...
Página 234 - Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur, And o'er him, drawing it, the winter moon, Brightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt : For all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks, Myriads of topaz-lights, and jacinth-work Of subtlest jewellery.
Página 344 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow.
Página 257 - O love, they die in yon rich sky. They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul. And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
Página 235 - That bow'd the will. I see thee what thou art. For thou, the latest-left of all my knights, In whom should meet the offices of all, Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt ; Either from lust of gold, or like a girl Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes. Yet, for a man may fail in duty twice, And the third time may prosper, get thee hence : But, if thou spare to fling Excalibur, I will arise and slay thee with my hands.