PoemsE. Moxon, 1851 - 375 |
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Strona 110
... at the taw : He stooped and clutched him , fair and good , Flew over roof and casement : His brothers of the weather stood Stock - still for sheer amazement . But he , by farmstead , thorpe and spire , 110 WILL WATERPROOF'S.
... at the taw : He stooped and clutched him , fair and good , Flew over roof and casement : His brothers of the weather stood Stock - still for sheer amazement . But he , by farmstead , thorpe and spire , 110 WILL WATERPROOF'S.
Strona 119
... riddle is hard to read . " O and proudly stood she up ! Her heart within her did not fail : She looked into Lord Ronald's eyes , And told him all her nurse's tale . He laughed a laugh of merry scorn : He turned LADY CLARE . 119.
... riddle is hard to read . " O and proudly stood she up ! Her heart within her did not fail : She looked into Lord Ronald's eyes , And told him all her nurse's tale . He laughed a laugh of merry scorn : He turned LADY CLARE . 119.
Strona 120
... stood : " If you are not the heiress born , And I , " said he , " the next in blood " If you are not the heiress born , And I , " said he , " the lawful heir , We two will wed to - morrow morn , And you shall still be Lady Clare ...
... stood : " If you are not the heiress born , And I , " said he , " the next in blood " If you are not the heiress born , And I , " said he , " the lawful heir , We two will wed to - morrow morn , And you shall still be Lady Clare ...
Strona 145
... . The swallow stopt as he hunted the bee , The snake slipt under a spray , The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak , And stared , with his foot on the prey , And the nightingale thought , " I have sung many THE POET'S SONG.
... . The swallow stopt as he hunted the bee , The snake slipt under a spray , The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak , And stared , with his foot on the prey , And the nightingale thought , " I have sung many THE POET'S SONG.
Strona 158
... stood With Cyril and with Florian , my two friends : The first , a gentleman of broken means , ( His father's fault , ) but given to starts and bursts Of revel ; and the last , my other heart , My shadow , my half - self , for still we ...
... stood With Cyril and with Florian , my two friends : The first , a gentleman of broken means , ( His father's fault , ) but given to starts and bursts Of revel ; and the last , my other heart , My shadow , my half - self , for still we ...
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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...