Maud: And Other PoemsTicknor and Fields, 1855 - 160 |
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... dead weight trail'd , by a whisper'd fright , And my pulses closed their gates with a shock on my heart as I heard The shrill - edged shriek of a mother divide the shuddering night . 5 . Villany somewhere ! whose ? One says , we are ...
... dead weight trail'd , by a whisper'd fright , And my pulses closed their gates with a shock on my heart as I heard The shrill - edged shriek of a mother divide the shuddering night . 5 . Villany somewhere ! whose ? One says , we are ...
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... All that I saw ( for her eyes were downcast , not to be seen ) Faultily faultless , icily regular , splendidly null , Dead perfection , no more ; nothing more , if it had not been For a chance of travel , a paleness , an 16 MAUD .
... All that I saw ( for her eyes were downcast , not to be seen ) Faultily faultless , icily regular , splendidly null , Dead perfection , no more ; nothing more , if it had not been For a chance of travel , a paleness , an 16 MAUD .
Strona 18
... dead on the cheek , Passionless , pale , cold face , star - sweet on a gloom profound ; Womanlike , taking revenge too deep for a transient wrong Done but in thought to your beauty , and ever as pale as before Growing and fading and ...
... dead on the cheek , Passionless , pale , cold face , star - sweet on a gloom profound ; Womanlike , taking revenge too deep for a transient wrong Done but in thought to your beauty , and ever as pale as before Growing and fading and ...
Strona 19
... Now to 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 MAUD . 19.
... Now to 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 MAUD . 19.
Strona 34
... dead at midday moan , And the shrieking rush of the wainscot mouse , And my own sad name in corners cried , When the shiver of dancing leaves is thrown About its echoing chambers wide , Till a morbid hate and horror have grown Of a ...
... dead at midday moan , And the shrieking rush of the wainscot mouse , And my own sad name in corners cried , When the shiver of dancing leaves is thrown About its echoing chambers wide , Till a morbid hate and horror have grown Of a ...
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50 cents 63 cents Beat blossom'd campanili CHARLES READE cheat climb'd Cloth cloud cold coquettish deceit crying and calling dark dark city dark moor dead dear Death delight dream dream'd earth eye seem'd full F. D. MAURICE fair fancy garden gloom glory golden golden air GOLDEN LEGEND gone Half a league hand happy happy day head hear heart Heaven high Hall-garden honor Katie Keep watch knout lands of palm Lariano light lilies look'd lord madness maiden Maud meadow Monte Rosa mute night nursling o'er old To entangle peace Perchance POEMS poison'd Price 50 Price 63 Price 75 cents pride rain Rode the six Rosy rotten hustings shake sake A face Sighing for Lebanon Singing splendor stood summer sunny sweet told her yester-morn turn'd TWICE-TOLD TALES vext voice walks watch and ward wood WRITINGS yester-morn How prettily
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Strona 38 - 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 47 - ... 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 forever.
Strona 41 - A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee: Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us, What and where they be.
Strona 26 - None like her, none. Just now the dry-tongued laurels' pattering talk Seem'd her light foot along the garden walk, And shook my heart to think she comes once more But even then I "heard her close the door, The gates of Heaven are closed, and she is gone.
Strona 53 - Thro' the dome of the golden cross; And the volleying cannon thunder his loss; He knew their voices of old. For many a time in many a clime His captain's ear has heard them boom, Bellowing victory, bellowing doom.
Strona 30 - 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 53 - Anathema,' friend, at you; Should all our churchmen foam in spite At you, so careful of the right, Yet one lay-hearth would give you welcome (Take it and come) to the Isle of Wight...
Strona 28 - The slender acacia would not shake One long milk-bloom on the tree ; The white lake-blossom fell into the lake, As the pimpernel dozed on the lea ; But the rose was awake all night for your sake, Knowing your promise to me ; The lilies and roses were all awake, They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.
Strona 53 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Strona 35 - The tiny cell is forlorn, Void of the little living will That made it stir on the shore. Did he stand at the diamond door Of his house in a rainbow frill? Did he push, when he was uncurl'd, A golden foot or a fairy horn Thro...