Maud, and Other PoemsStrahan and Company, 1869 - 170 |
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Strona 37
... breaths at a work divine , Seeing his gewgaw castle shine , New as his title , built last year , There amid perky larches and pine , And over the sullen - purple moor ( Look at it ) pricking a cockney ear . 2 . What , has he found my ...
... breaths at a work divine , Seeing his gewgaw castle shine , New as his title , built last year , There amid perky larches and pine , And over the sullen - purple moor ( Look at it ) pricking a cockney ear . 2 . What , has he found my ...
Strona 51
... over me creep , Prickle my skin and catch my breath , Knew that the death - white curtain meant but sleep , Yet I shudder'd and thought like a fool of the sleep of death . XV . So dark a mind within me dwells , E 2 MAUD . 51.
... over me creep , Prickle my skin and catch my breath , Knew that the death - white curtain meant but sleep , Yet I shudder'd and thought like a fool of the sleep of death . XV . So dark a mind within me dwells , E 2 MAUD . 51.
Strona 54
... Should I love her so well if she Had given her word to a thing so low ? Shall I love her as well if she Can break her word were it even for me ? I trust that it is not so . 3 . Catch not my breath , O clamorous heart 54 MAUD .
... Should I love her so well if she Had given her word to a thing so low ? Shall I love her as well if she Can break her word were it even for me ? I trust that it is not so . 3 . Catch not my breath , O clamorous heart 54 MAUD .
Strona 55
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. 3 . Catch not my breath , O clamorous heart , Let not my tongue be a thrall to my eye , For I must tell her before we part , I must tell her , or die . XVII . Go not , happy day , From the MAUD . 55 55.
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. 3 . Catch not my breath , O clamorous heart , Let not my tongue be a thrall to my eye , For I must tell her before we part , I must tell her , or die . XVII . Go not , happy day , From the MAUD . 55 55.
Strona 61
... breath , And teach true life to fight with mortal wrongs . O , 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 ...
... breath , And teach true life to fight with mortal wrongs . O , 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 ...
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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 126 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; 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 170 - Came thro' the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.
Strona 80 - 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 77 - 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 79 - 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 168 - 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 96 - 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 6 - And the vitriol madness flushes up in the ruffian's head, Till the filthy by-lane rings to the yell of the trampled wife, And chalk and alum and plaster are sold to the poor for bread, And the spirit of murder works in the very means of life.
Strona 119 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Strona 7 - For I trust if an enemy's fleet came yonder round by the hill, And the rushing battle-bolt sang from the three-decker out of the foam, That the smoothfaced snubnosed rogue would leap from his counter and till, And strike, if he could, were it but with his cheating yardwand, home.