PoemsE. Moxon, 1851 - 375 |
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... close as might be would he cling About the darling child : XXXIII . " But light as any wind that blows So fleetly did she stir , The flower , she touched on , dipt and rose , And turned to look at her . XXXIV . " And here she came , and ...
... close as might be would he cling About the darling child : XXXIII . " But light as any wind that blows So fleetly did she stir , The flower , she touched on , dipt and rose , And turned to look at her . XXXIV . " And here she came , and ...
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... But I believe she wept . XLII . " Then flushed her cheek with rosy light , She glanced across the plain ; But not a creature was in sight : She kissed me once again . XLIII . " Her kisses were so close and kind THE TALKING OAK . 11.
... But I believe she wept . XLII . " Then flushed her cheek with rosy light , She glanced across the plain ; But not a creature was in sight : She kissed me once again . XLIII . " Her kisses were so close and kind THE TALKING OAK . 11.
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. XLIII . " Her kisses were so close and kind , That , trust me on my word , Hard wood I am , and wrinkled rind , But yet my sap was stirred : XLIV . " And even into my inmost ring A pleasure I discerned ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. XLIII . " Her kisses were so close and kind , That , trust me on my word , Hard wood I am , and wrinkled rind , But yet my sap was stirred : XLIV . " And even into my inmost ring A pleasure I discerned ...
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... close and dark my arms I spread , And shadowed all her rest Dropt dews upon her golden head , An acorn in her breast . LVIII . " But in a pet she started up , And plucked it out , and drew My little oakling from the cup , And flung him ...
... close and dark my arms I spread , And shadowed all her rest Dropt dews upon her golden head , An acorn in her breast . LVIII . " But in a pet she started up , And plucked it out , and drew My little oakling from the cup , And flung him ...
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... close , What sequel ? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts ? Or all the same as if he had not been ? Not so . Shall Error in the round of time Still father Truth ? O , shall the braggart shout For some blind glimpse of freedom work itself ...
... close , What sequel ? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts ? Or all the same as if he had not been ? Not so . Shall Error in the round of time Still father Truth ? O , shall the braggart shout For some blind glimpse of freedom work itself ...
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Strona 37 - Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Strona 44 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the- world, and all the wonder that would be...
Strona 99 - MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Strona 272 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man ; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world ; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind ; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto...
Strona 31 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, ^ Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Strona 45 - In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.
Strona 35 - Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
Strona 46 - Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
Strona 36 - Then her cheek was pale and thinner than should be for one so young, And her eyes on all my motions with a mute observance hung. And I said, 'My cousin Amy, speak, and speak the truth to me, Trust me, cousin, all the current of my being sets to thee.
Strona 89 - To sleep thro' terms of mighty wars, And wake on science grown to more, On secrets of the brain, the stars, As wild as aught of fairy lore; And all that else the years will show. The Poet-forms of stronger hours, The vast Republics that may grow, The Federations and the Powers; Titanic forces taking birth In divers seasons, divers climes; For we are Ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times. So sleeping, so aroused from sleep Thro' sunny decads new and strange, Or gay quinquenniads would...