The earthly paradise, a poem, Tom 1Roberts, 1868 |
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... fair sir , seem'st journeying from the north With peltries Bordeaux - ward ? Nay then go forth Thou wilt not harm us : yet if ye be men Well - born and warlike , these are fair days , when The good heart wins more than the merchant ...
... fair sir , seem'st journeying from the north With peltries Bordeaux - ward ? Nay then go forth Thou wilt not harm us : yet if ye be men Well - born and warlike , these are fair days , when The good heart wins more than the merchant ...
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... fair life , wherein thou seest no ill But fear of that fair rest I hope to win One day , when I have purged me of my sin . " Farewell , it yet may hap that I a king Shall be remembered but by this one thing , That on the morn before ye ...
... fair life , wherein thou seest no ill But fear of that fair rest I hope to win One day , when I have purged me of my sin . " Farewell , it yet may hap that I a king Shall be remembered but by this one thing , That on the morn before ye ...
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... Fair sirs , we thank you , hoping we have come Through many wanderings to a quiet home Befitting dying men - Good health and peace To you and to this land , and fair increase PROLOGUE - THE WANDERERS . 27.
... Fair sirs , we thank you , hoping we have come Through many wanderings to a quiet home Befitting dying men - Good health and peace To you and to this land , and fair increase PROLOGUE - THE WANDERERS . 27.
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William Morris. To you and to this land , and fair increase Of everything that ye can wish to have ! But to my tale : A fair south - east wind drave Our ships for ten days more , and ever we Sailed mile for mile together steadily , But ...
William Morris. To you and to this land , and fair increase Of everything that ye can wish to have ! But to my tale : A fair south - east wind drave Our ships for ten days more , and ever we Sailed mile for mile together steadily , But ...
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... fair For what we deemed was our right course ; but when On the third eve , we , as delivered men , Took breath because the gale was now blown out , And from our rolling deck we looked about Over the ridges of the dark grey seas , And ...
... fair For what we deemed was our right course ; but when On the third eve , we , as delivered men , Took breath because the gale was now blown out , And from our rolling deck we looked about Over the ridges of the dark grey seas , And ...
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Strona 3 - Forget six counties overhung with smoke, Forget the snorting steam and piston stroke, Forget the spreading of the hideous town ; Think rather of the pack-horse on the down, And dream of London, small, and white, and clean, The clear Thames bordered by its gardens green...
Strona 2 - So let me sing of names remembered, Because they, living not, can ne'er be dead, Or long time take their memory quite away From us poor singers of an empty day. Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time, Why should I strive to set the crooked straight...
Strona 2 - Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time, Why should I strive to set the crooked straight ? Let it suffice me that my murmuring rhyme Beats with light wing against the ivory gate, Telling a tale not too importunate To those who in the sleepy region stay, Lulled by the singer of an empty day.
Strona 1 - Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing, I cannot ease the burden of your fears, Or make quick-coming death a little thing...
Strona 107 - Hearkening the echoes of his lone voice cling About the cliffs and through the beech-trees ring. But when they ended, still awhile he stood, And but the sweet familiar thrush could hear, And all the day-long noises of the wood, 10 And o'er the dry leaves of the vanished year His hounds...
Strona 117 - Looked down upon the murmur royally, But then came trembling that the time was nigh When he midst pitying looks his love must claim, And jeering voices must salute his name. But as the throng he pierced to gain the throne...
Strona 452 - O June, O June, that we desired so, Wilt thou not make us happy on this day? Across the river thy soft breezes blow Sweet with the scent of beanfields far away. Above our heads rustle the aspens grey. Calm is the sky with harmless clouds beset. No thought of storm the morning vexes yet. See, we have left our hopes and fears behind To give our very hearts up unto thee; What better place than this then could we find By this sweet stream that knows not of the sea, That guesses not the city's misery,...
Strona 126 - The dawn beheld him sunken in his place Upon the floor; and sleeping there he lay, Not heeding aught the little jets of spray The roughened sea brought nigh, across him cast, For as one dead all thought from him had passed. Yet long before the sun had showed his head, Long ere the varied hangings on the wall Had gained once more their blue and green and red, He rose as one some well-known sign doth call When war upon the city's gates doth fall, And scarce like one fresh risen out of sleep, He 'gan...
Strona 20 - Ploughed his thin cheeks ; his hair was more than grey, And like to one he seemed whose better day Is over to himself, though foolish fame Shouts louder year by year his empty name. Unarmed he was, nor clad upon that morn Much like a king: an ivory hunting-horn Was slung about him, rich with gems and gold, And a great white ger-falcon did he hold Upon his fist ; before his feet there sat A scrivener making notes of this and that As the King bade him, and behind his chair His captains stood in armour...
Strona 130 - But he — what look of mastery was this He cast on her ? why were his lips so red ? Why was his face so flushed with happiness ? So looks not one who deems himself but dead, E'en if to death he bows a willing head ; So rather looks a god well pleased to find Some earthly damsel fashioned to his mind.