Maud ...E. Moxon & Company, 1859 - 168 |
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... the silent thing that had made false haste to the grave- Wrapt in a cloak , as I saw him , and thought he would rise and speak And rave at the lie and the liar , ah God , as he used to rave . 16 . I am sick of the Hall and the 8 MAUD .
... the silent thing that had made false haste to the grave- Wrapt in a cloak , as I saw him , and thought he would rise and speak And rave at the lie and the liar , ah God , as he used to rave . 16 . I am sick of the Hall and the 8 MAUD .
Strona 14
... the scream of a madden'd beach dragg'd down by the wave , Walk'd in a wintry wind by a ghastly glimmer , and found The shining daffodil dead , and Orion low in his grave . IV . 1 . A MILLION emeralds break from the 14 MAUD .
... the scream of a madden'd beach dragg'd down by the wave , Walk'd in a wintry wind by a ghastly glimmer , and found The shining daffodil dead , and Orion low in his grave . IV . 1 . A MILLION emeralds break from the 14 MAUD .
Strona 22
... mother is mute in her grave as her image in marble above ; Your father is ever in London , you wander about at your will ; You have but fed on the roses , and lain in the lilies of life . V. 1 . A VOICE by the cedar tree , 22 22 MAUD .
... mother is mute in her grave as her image in marble above ; Your father is ever in London , you wander about at your will ; You have but fed on the roses , and lain in the lilies of life . V. 1 . A VOICE by the cedar tree , 22 22 MAUD .
Strona 54
... grave . 2 . What , if she be fasten'd to this fool lord , Dare I bid her abide by her word ? Should I love her so well if she Had given her word to a thing so low ? Shall I love her as well if she Can break her word were it even for me ...
... grave . 2 . What , if she be fasten'd to this fool lord , Dare I bid her abide by her word ? Should I love her so well if she Had given her word to a thing so low ? Shall I love her as well if she Can break her word were it even for me ...
Strona 102
... grave they are thrust , Only a yard beneath the street , And the hoofs of the horses beat , beat , The hoofs of the horses beat , Beat into my scalp and my brain , With never an end to the stream of passing feet , Driving , hurrying ...
... grave they are thrust , Only a yard beneath the street , And the hoofs of the horses beat , beat , The hoofs of the horses beat , Beat into my scalp and my brain , With never an end to the stream of passing feet , Driving , hurrying ...
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ask'd babble bailiff beat beauty bell be toll'd blood Blush bow'd breath Breton brimming river brook brother bury Cannon cheat cold crush'd dance dark dead dear delight dream DUKE OF WELLINGTON dust echo evermore eyes F. D. MAURICE fair father feet flash'd flow To join garden glimmer gloom glory golden gone grave half Hall hand happy happy day head hear heart heart of stone Heaven high Hall-garden honour join the brimming Katie land lichen LIGHT BRIGADE lilies Lombard look'd lord love go madness marriage Maud meadow moor Mourn never night o'er passionate peace people's voice Philip poison'd poor pride rings rivulet Rode the six rose Rosy rough but kind round seem'd shadow shining sick sighs silent six hundred smile sorrow spleen stood sweet talk thee thing thou thought thro turn'd UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN vext walks weep wood
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Strona 116 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Strona 168 - Came thro' the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.
Strona 140 - ... great by land as thou by sea. Thine island loves thee well, thou famous man, The greatest sailor since our world began. Now, to the roll of muffled drums, To thee the greatest soldier comes ; For this is he Was great by land as thou by sea...
Strona 125 - ... 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 80 - 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 166 - Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of death, Into the mouth of hell Rode the six hundred.
Strona 76 - 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 81 - 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 23 - A VOICE by the cedar tree, In the meadow under the Hall ! She is singing an air that is known to me, A passionate ballad gallant and gay, A martial song like a trumpet's call ! Singing alone in the morning of life, In the happy morning of life and of May, Singing of men that in battle array, Ready in heart and ready in hand, March with banner and bugle and fife To the death, for their native land.
Strona 165 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!" he said. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!