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... things great ; but we , unworthier , told Of college he had climb'd across the spikes , : And he had squeezed himself betwixt the bars , And he had breathed the Proctor's dogs ; and one Discuss'd his tutor , rough to common men , But ...
... things great ; but we , unworthier , told Of college he had climb'd across the spikes , : And he had squeezed himself betwixt the bars , And he had breathed the Proctor's dogs ; and one Discuss'd his tutor , rough to common men , But ...
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... thing but to peep at us . " Petulant she spoke , and at herself she laugh'd ; A rosebud set with little willful thorns , 138. played the patron , rested patronizingly on her hair . 140. halls , college buildings . 141. dowager , the ...
... thing but to peep at us . " Petulant she spoke , and at herself she laugh'd ; A rosebud set with little willful thorns , 138. played the patron , rested patronizingly on her hair . 140. halls , college buildings . 141. dowager , the ...
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... things - I sought but peace ; No critic I would call them masterpieces : They master'd me . At last she begged a boon , 145 A certain summer pałace which I have Hard by your father's frontier : I said no , Yet being an easy man , gave ...
... things - I sought but peace ; No critic I would call them masterpieces : They master'd me . At last she begged a boon , 145 A certain summer pałace which I have Hard by your father's frontier : I said no , Yet being an easy man , gave ...
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... things That Sheba came to ask of Solomon . " 325 " Be it so , " the other , " that we still may lead The new light up , and culminate in peace , For Solomon may come to Sheba yet . " Said Cyril , " Madam , he the wisest man Feasted the ...
... things That Sheba came to ask of Solomon . " 325 " Be it so , " the other , " that we still may lead The new light up , and culminate in peace , For Solomon may come to Sheba yet . " Said Cyril , " Madam , he the wisest man Feasted the ...
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... things are one of double worth , And much I might have said , but that my zone Unmann'd me : then the Doctors ! O to hear 376. brainpan , the part of the skull that holds the brain . 377. every muse , see note on II . 13 . 375 380 385 ...
... things are one of double worth , And much I might have said , but that my zone Unmann'd me : then the Doctors ! O to hear 376. brainpan , the part of the skull that holds the brain . 377. every muse , see note on II . 13 . 375 380 385 ...
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Strona 69 - O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Strona 70 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Strona 71 - On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Strona 137 - That huddling slant in furrow-cloven falls To roll the torrent out of dusky doors : But follow; let the torrent dance thee down To find him in the valley ; let the wild Lean-headed Eagles yelp alone, and leave The monstrous ledges there to slope, and spill Their thousand wreaths of dangling watersmoke, That like a broken purpose waste in air : So waste not thou ; but come ; for all the vales Await...
Strona 141 - Happy he With such a mother ! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him, and tho' he trip and fall He shall not blind his soul with clay.
Strona 139 - For woman is not undevelopt man, . But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain: his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow; The man be more of woman, she of man; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto...
Strona 136 - The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake : So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosom and be lost in me.
Strona 5 - Of him that utter'd nothing base ; And should your greatness, and the care That yokes with empire, yield you time To make demand of modern rhyme If aught of ancient worth be there ; Then — -while a sweeter music wakes, And thro...
Strona 137 - ... broken purpose waste in air : So waste not thou ; but come; for all the vales Await thee ; azure pillars of the hearth Arise to thee; the children call, and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.
Strona 146 - This fine old world of ours is but a child Yet in the go-cart. Patience! Give it time To learn its limbs: there is a hand that guides.