Maud, and Other PoemsEdward Moxon, 1855 - 154 |
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Strona 105
... James Willows , of one name and heart with her . For here I came , twenty years back - the week Before I parted with poor Edmund ; crost By that old bridge which , half in ruins then , Still makes a hoary eyebrow for the gleam Beyond it ...
... James Willows , of one name and heart with her . For here I came , twenty years back - the week Before I parted with poor Edmund ; crost By that old bridge which , half in ruins then , Still makes a hoary eyebrow for the gleam Beyond it ...
Strona 106
... James had quarrell'd . Why ? What cause of quarrel ? None , she șaid , no cause ; James had no cause : but when I prest the cause , I learnt that James had flickering jealousies Which anger'd her . Who anger'd James ? I said . But Katie ...
... James had quarrell'd . Why ? What cause of quarrel ? None , she șaid , no cause ; James had no cause : but when I prest the cause , I learnt that James had flickering jealousies Which anger'd her . Who anger'd James ? I said . But Katie ...
Strona 107
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. If James were coming . " Coming every day , " She answer'd , " ever longing to explain , But evermore her father came across With some long - winded tale , and broke him short ; And James departed vext ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. If James were coming . " Coming every day , " She answer'd , " ever longing to explain , But evermore her father came across With some long - winded tale , and broke him short ; And James departed vext ...
Strona 113
... seems you did , the days That most she loves to talk of , come with me . My brother James is in the harvest - field : But she - you will be welcome - O , come in ! ' I THE LETTERS . 1 . STILL on the tower stood THE BROOK . 113.
... seems you did , the days That most she loves to talk of , come with me . My brother James is in the harvest - field : But she - you will be welcome - O , come in ! ' I THE LETTERS . 1 . STILL on the tower stood THE BROOK . 113.
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Strona 71 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;' And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;' The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, 'I wait.
Strona 149 - O WELL for him whose will is strong ! He suffers, but he will not suffer long ; He suffers, but he cannot suffer wrong : For him nor moves the loud world's random mock, Nor all Calamity's hugest waves confound, Who seems a promontory of rock, That, compass'd round with turbulent sound, In middle ocean meets the surging shock, Tempest-buffeted, citadel-crown'd. II. But ill for him who, bettering not with time, Corrupts the strength of heaven-descended Will, And ever weaker grows thro...
Strona 67 - 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 83 - A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee : Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
Strona 136 - For tho' the Giant Ages heave the hill And break the shore, and- evermore Make and break, and work their will ; Tho' world on world in myriad myriads roll Round us, each with different powers, And other forms of life than ours, What know we greater than the soul ? On God and Godlike men we build our trust.
Strona 83 - Half the night I waste in sighs, Half in dreams I sorrow after The delight of early skies; In a wakeful doze I sorrow For the hand, the lips, the eyes, For the meeting of the morrow, The delight of happy laughter, The delight of low replies.
Strona 104 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling ; And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel, With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, — And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river ; For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Strona 122 - 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 69 - There is but one With whom she has heart to be gay. 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.
Strona 72 - 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.