Maud, and Other PoemsTicknor and Fields, 1855 - 160 |
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Strona 108
... the fern , To bicker down a valley . By thirty hills I hurry down , Or slip between the ridges , By twenty thorps , a little town , And half a hundred bridges . Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the 108 THE BROOK .
... the fern , To bicker down a valley . By thirty hills I hurry down , Or slip between the ridges , By twenty thorps , a little town , And half a hundred bridges . Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the 108 THE BROOK .
Strona 109
... Philip's farm where brook and river meet . 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 ...
... Philip's farm where brook and river meet . 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 ...
Strona 110
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. ' But Philip chatter'd more than brook or bird ; Old Philip ; all about the fields you caught His weary daylong chirping , like the dry High - elbow'd grigs that leap in summer grass . I wind about , and ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. ' But Philip chatter'd more than brook or bird ; Old Philip ; all about the fields you caught His weary daylong chirping , like the dry High - elbow'd grigs that leap in summer grass . I wind about , and ...
Strona 111
... Philip's garden - gate . The gate , Half - parted from a weak and scolding hinge , Stuck ; and he clamor'd from a casement , " run , " To Katie somewhere in the walks below , Run , Katie ! " Katie never ran : she moved To meet me ...
... Philip's garden - gate . The gate , Half - parted from a weak and scolding hinge , Stuck ; and he clamor'd from a casement , " run , " To Katie somewhere in the walks below , Run , Katie ! " Katie never ran : she moved To meet me ...
Strona 113
... Philip out To show the farm : full willingly he rose : He led me thro ' the short sweet - smelling lanes Of his wheat - suburb , babbling as he went . He praised his land , his horses , his machines 8 THE BROOK . 113.
... Philip out To show the farm : full willingly he rose : He led me thro ' the short sweet - smelling lanes Of his wheat - suburb , babbling as he went . He praised his land , his horses , his machines 8 THE BROOK . 113.
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Strona 76 - The slender acacia would not shake One long milk-bloom on the tree ; The white lake-blossom fell into the lake As the pimpernel dozed on the lea ; But the rose was awake all night for your sake, Knowing your promise to me ; 50 The lilies and roses were all awake, They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.
Strona 139 - He, that ever following her commands, On with toil of heart and knees and hands, Thro' the long gorge to the far light has won His path upward, and prevail'd, Shall find the toppling crags of Duty scaled Are close upon the shining table-lands To which our God Himself is moon and sun.
Strona 133 - For this is England's greatest son, He that gain'da hundred fights, Nor ever lost an English gun...
Strona 117 - ... I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Strona 73 - For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die.
Strona 128 - BURY the Great Duke With an empire's lamentation, Let us bury the Great Duke To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation, Mourning when their leaders fall, Warriors carry the warrior's pall, And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall.
Strona 77 - Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun.
Strona 78 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Strona 129 - Mourn for the man of long-enduring blood, The statesman-warrior, moderate, resolute, Whole in himself, a common good. Mourn for the man of amplest influence, Yet clearest of ambitious crime...
Strona 74 - When will the dancers leave her alone? She is weary of dance and play." Now half to the setting moon are gone, And half to the rising day ; Low on the sand and loud on the stone The last wheel echoes away.