Maud ...E. Moxon & Company, 1859 - 168 |
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... wakeful ear in the hush of the moonless nights , While another is cheating the sick of a few last gasps , as he sits To pestle a poison'd poison behind his crimson lights . 12 . When a Mammonite mother kills her babe for MAUD .
... wakeful ear in the hush of the moonless nights , While another is cheating the sick of a few last gasps , as he sits To pestle a poison'd poison behind his crimson lights . 12 . When a Mammonite mother kills her babe for MAUD .
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... 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 .
... 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 9
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. 16 . I am sick of the Hall and the hill , I am sick of the moor and the main . Why should I stay ? can a sweeter chance ever come to me here ? O , having the nerves of motion as well as the nerves of pain ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. 16 . I am sick of the Hall and the hill , I am sick of the moor and the main . Why should I stay ? can a sweeter chance ever come to me here ? O , having the nerves of motion as well as the nerves of pain ...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Like a sudden spark Struck vainly in the night , And back returns the dark With no more hope of light . X. 1 . SICK , am I sick of a D 2 MAUD . 35.
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Like a sudden spark Struck vainly in the night , And back returns the dark With no more hope of light . X. 1 . SICK , am I sick of a D 2 MAUD . 35.
Strona 36
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. X. 1 . SICK , am I sick of a jealous dread ? Was not one of the two at her side This new - made lord , whose splendour plucks The slavish hat from the villager's head ? Whose old grand - father has lately ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. X. 1 . SICK , am I sick of a jealous dread ? Was not one of the two at her side This new - made lord , whose splendour plucks The slavish hat from the villager's head ? Whose old grand - father has lately ...
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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!