Maud, and Other PoemsTicknor and Fields, 1855 - 160 |
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... heard The shrill - edged shriek of a mother divide the shuddering night . 5 . Villany somewhere ! whose ? One says , we are villains all . Not he his honest fame should at least by me be maintain❜d : But that old man , now lord of the ...
... heard The shrill - edged shriek of a mother divide the shuddering night . 5 . Villany somewhere ! whose ? One says , we are villains all . Not he his honest fame should at least by me be maintain❜d : But that old man , now lord of the ...
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... heard , I know not whence , of the singular beauty of Maud , I play'd with the girl when a child ; she promised then to be fair . 15 . Maud with her venturous climbings and tumbles and childish escapes , Maud the delight of the village ...
... heard , I know not whence , of the singular beauty of Maud , I play'd with the girl when a child ; she promised then to be fair . 15 . Maud with her venturous climbings and tumbles and childish escapes , Maud the delight of the village ...
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... heard no longer The snowy - banded , dilettante , Delicate - handed priest intone ; And thought , is it pride , and mused and sigh'd ' No surely , now it cannot be pride . ' IX . I was walking a mile , More than 38 MAUD .
... heard no longer The snowy - banded , dilettante , Delicate - handed priest intone ; And thought , is it pride , and mused and sigh'd ' No surely , now it cannot be pride . ' IX . I was walking a mile , More than 38 MAUD .
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... were but a step to be made . 3 . The fancy flatter'd my mind , And again seem'd overbold ; Now I thought that she cared for me , Now I thought she was kind Only because she was cold . 4 . I heard no sound where I stood But 54 MAUD .
... were but a step to be made . 3 . The fancy flatter'd my mind , And again seem'd overbold ; Now I thought that she cared for me , Now I thought she was kind Only because she was cold . 4 . I heard no sound where I stood But 54 MAUD .
Strona 55
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. 4 . I heard no sound where I stood But the rivulet on from the lawn Running down to my own dark wood ; Or the voice of the long sea - wave as it swell'd Now and then in the dim - gray dawn ; But I look'd ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. 4 . I heard no sound where I stood But the rivulet on from the lawn Running down to my own dark wood ; Or the voice of the long sea - wave as it swell'd Now and then in the dim - gray dawn ; But I look'd ...
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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.