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... vote may be gain'd . 7 . For a raven ever croaks , at my side , Keep watch and ward , keep watch and ward , Or thou wilt prove their tool . Yea too , myself from myself I guard , For often a man's own angry pride Is cap and 28 MAUD .
... vote may be gain'd . 7 . For a raven ever croaks , at my side , Keep watch and ward , keep watch and ward , Or thou wilt prove their tool . Yea too , myself from myself I guard , For often a man's own angry pride Is cap and 28 MAUD .
Strona 59
... thou sighing for Lebanon In the long breeze that streams to thy delicious East , Sighing for Lebanon , Dark cedar , tho ' thy limbs have here increased , Upon a pastoral slope as fair , And looking to the South , and fed With honey'd ...
... thou sighing for Lebanon In the long breeze that streams to thy delicious East , Sighing for Lebanon , Dark cedar , tho ' thy limbs have here increased , Upon a pastoral slope as fair , And looking to the South , and fed With honey'd ...
Strona 61
... why should Love , like men in drinking - songs , Spice his fair banquet with the dust of death ? Make answer , Maud my bliss , Maud made my Maud by that long lover's kiss , Life of my life , wilt thou not answer this MAUD . 61.
... why should Love , like men in drinking - songs , Spice his fair banquet with the dust of death ? Make answer , Maud my bliss , Maud made my Maud by that long lover's kiss , Life of my life , wilt thou not answer this MAUD . 61.
Strona 62
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Life of my life , wilt thou not answer this ? ' The dusky strand of Death inwoven here With dear Love's tie , makes Love himself more dear . ' 8 . Is that enchanted moan only the swell Of the long waves ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Life of my life , wilt thou not answer this ? ' The dusky strand of Death inwoven here With dear Love's tie , makes Love himself more dear . ' 8 . Is that enchanted moan only the swell Of the long waves ...
Strona 94
... Thou canst not understand That thou art left for ever alone : Courage , poor stupid heart of stone.— Or if I ask thee why , Care not thou to reply : She is but dead , and the time is at hand When thou shalt more than die . IV . 1 . O ...
... Thou canst not understand That thou art left for ever alone : Courage , poor stupid heart of stone.— Or if I ask thee why , Care not thou to reply : She is but dead , and the time is at hand When thou shalt more than die . IV . 1 . O ...
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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!