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Strona xxxiii
... CHURCH OF BROU - I. The Castle II . The Church III . The Tomb - 67 87 89 - 91 · 113 - 125 137 · 139 147 - 150 THE NECKAN THE FORSAKEN MERMAN SWITZERLAND · I. To My.
... CHURCH OF BROU - I. The Castle II . The Church III . The Tomb - 67 87 89 - 91 · 113 - 125 137 · 139 147 - 150 THE NECKAN THE FORSAKEN MERMAN SWITZERLAND · I. To My.
Strona 135
... And in that daisied circle , as men say , Is Merlin prisoner till the judgment - day , But she herself whither she will can rove , For she was passing weary of his love . 1 THE CHURCH OF BROU . I THE CHURCH OF K 4 TRISTRAM AND ISEULT . 135.
... And in that daisied circle , as men say , Is Merlin prisoner till the judgment - day , But she herself whither she will can rove , For she was passing weary of his love . 1 THE CHURCH OF BROU . I THE CHURCH OF K 4 TRISTRAM AND ISEULT . 135.
Strona 137
Matthew Arnold. THE CHURCH OF BROU . I THE CHURCH OF BROU . I. The Castle . THE CHURCH OF BROU -
Matthew Arnold. THE CHURCH OF BROU . I THE CHURCH OF BROU . I. The Castle . THE CHURCH OF BROU -
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action arms art thou Asopus blood breast bright Brittany brow castle cheeks Chorasmian Church of Brou CIRCE clear cold Cornwall dark deep dost dream Duchess Empedocles eyes fame father feel Ferood fight forest gloom Goddess Gods Greek green grey grief Gudurz hair hand Hark head heart Heaven Helmund host Iacchus Ismenus Khiva King Marc light lips liv'd live lone lov'd Merlin modern mountain never night o'er Oxus pain pale pass'd Peran-Wisa Persian poem Poet poetical poetry rear'd red jackals round Ruksh Rustum sand sate SCHOLAR GIPSY Seistan Shakspeare shines side sits sleep smiling queen Sohrab soul spake spear spoke stood stream sweet Tartar tent Thebes thee thine thou art thou hast Tiresias to-day TRISTRAM AND ISEULT triumph and agony turn'd Tyntagil voice wandering warm waves wild wind young youth
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Strona 161 - THE FORSAKEN MERMAN Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great winds shoreward blow, Now the salt tides seaward flow; Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray. Children dear, let us away! This way, this way! Call her once before you go — Call once yet! In a voice that she will know: "Margaret! Margaret!
Strona 220 - OTHERS abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask — Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill, Who to the stars uncrowns his majesty, Planting his steadfast footsteps in the sea, Making the heaven of heavens his dwelling-place, Spares but the cloudy border of his base To the...
Strona 166 - For the priest, and the bell, and the holy well— For the wheel where I spun, And the blessed light of the sun!
Strona 211 - For early didst thou leave the world, with powers Fresh, undiverted to the world without, Firm to their mark, not spent on other things; Free from the sick fatigue, the languid doubt, Which much to have tried, in much been baffled, brings.
Strona 230 - WE cannot kindle when we will The fire that in the heart resides, The spirit bloweth and is still, In mystery our soul abides : But tasks in hours of insight will'd Can be through hours of gloom fulfill'd.
Strona 168 - On the blanched sands a gloom ; Up the still, glistening beaches, Up the creeks we will hie, Over banks of bright sea-weed The ebb-tide leaves dry.
Strona 215 - And snatch'd his rudder, and shook out more sail, And day and night held on indignantly O'er the blue Midland waters with the gale...
Strona x - Those, certainly, which most powerfully appeal to the great primary human affections : to those elementary feelings which subsist permanently in the race, and which are independent of time.
Strona 47 - Flow'd with the stream ; — all down his cold white side The crimson torrent ran, dim now and soil'd...
Strona 38 - And he desired to draw forth the steel, And let the blood flow free, and so to die — But first he would convince his stubborn foe ; And, rising sternly on one arm, he said : — * Man, who art thou who dost deny my words ? Truth sits upon the lips of dying men, And falsehood, while I lived, was far from mine.