Maud, and Other PoemsStrahan and Company, 1869 - 170 |
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... thing that had made false haste to the grave- Wrapt in a cloak , as I saw him , and thought he would rise and speak And rave at the lie and the liar , ah God , as he used to rave . 16 . I am sick of the Hall and the 8 MAUD .
... thing that had made false haste to the grave- Wrapt in a cloak , as I saw him , and thought he would rise and speak And rave at the lie and the liar , ah God , as he used to rave . 16 . I am sick of the Hall and the 8 MAUD .
Strona 15
... things of the season gay , like the bountiful season bland , When the far - off sail is blown by the breeze of a softer clime , Half - lost in the liquid azure bloom of a crescent of sea , The silent sapphire - spangled marriage ring of ...
... things of the season gay , like the bountiful season bland , When the far - off sail is blown by the breeze of a softer clime , Half - lost in the liquid azure bloom of a crescent of sea , The silent sapphire - spangled marriage ring of ...
Strona 38
... thing with a rancourous cry , At war with myself and a wretched race , Sick , sick to the heart of life , am I. 8 ... things , Whose ear is cramm'd with his cotton , and rings Even in dreams to the chink of his pence , This huckster put ...
... thing with a rancourous cry , At war with myself and a wretched race , Sick , sick to the heart of life , am I. 8 ... things , Whose ear is cramm'd with his cotton , and rings Even in dreams to the chink of his pence , This huckster put ...
Strona 48
... thing complete , However she came to be so allied . And fair without , faithful within , Maud to him is nothing akin : Some peculiar mystic grace Made her only the child of her mother , And heap'd the whole inherited sin On that huge ...
... thing complete , However she came to be so allied . And fair without , faithful within , Maud to him is nothing akin : Some peculiar mystic grace Made her only the child of her mother , And heap'd the whole inherited sin On that huge ...
Strona 54
... thing to save My yet young life in the wilds of Time , Perhaps from madness , perhaps from crime , Perhaps from a selfish grave . 2 . What , if she be fasten'd to this fool lord , Dare I bid her abide by her word ? Should I love her so ...
... thing to save My yet young life in the wilds of Time , Perhaps from madness , perhaps from crime , Perhaps from a selfish grave . 2 . What , if she be fasten'd to this fool lord , Dare I bid her abide by her word ? Should I love her so ...
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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.