The Vision of Sir LaunfalTicknor and Fields, 1856 - 33 |
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... the leper fed , And ' t was red wine he drank with his thirsty soul . VII . As Sir Launfal mused with a downcast face , A light shone round about the place ; The leper no longer crouched at his side , But 30 THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL .
... the leper fed , And ' t was red wine he drank with his thirsty soul . VII . As Sir Launfal mused with a downcast face , A light shone round about the place ; The leper no longer crouched at his side , But 30 THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL .
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James Russell Lowell. The leper no longer crouched at his side , But stood before him glorified , Shining and tall and fair and straight As the pillar that stood by the Beautiful Gate , — Himself the Gate whereby men can Enter the temple ...
James Russell Lowell. The leper no longer crouched at his side , But stood before him glorified , Shining and tall and fair and straight As the pillar that stood by the Beautiful Gate , — Himself the Gate whereby men can Enter the temple ...
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... longer scowl the turrets tall , The Summer's long siege at last is q'er ; When the first poor outcast went in at the door , She entered with him in disguise , And mastered the fortress by surprise ; There is no spot she loves so well on ...
... longer scowl the turrets tall , The Summer's long siege at last is q'er ; When the first poor outcast went in at the door , She entered with him in disguise , And mastered the fortress by surprise ; There is no spot she loves so well on ...
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alms arch armor Arthur's beams Behold Bending bleak blossom bold boughs bread breeze camels castle cheek Christmas Climbs climes cold crawl crouched crow crust crystal dark deep door Doth drop dumb dust eager earldom earth eyes faint fell flap flush Gate gilded mail gives gold grass gray green guess hall happy hath heart heaven hills Holy Grail idle JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL leaves leper light lightsome little bird morning murmur mused nearer neath never a leaf night North Countree ounce outstretched palms poem poor PRELUDE rattled roof round sate scorn seek shed shelterless Shining shouted siege sight silence sings Sir Galahad Sir Launfal skies slender snow Sometimes song soul sprouted stars startled stood strives summer sunshine Supper swift tall thee thing Thou also hast thread Thrilling tree unscarred VISION OF Sir wall wanderer warm wind wine
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Strona 11 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, •An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Strona 24 - Long, sparkling aisles of steel-stemmed trees Bending to counterfeit a breeze ; Sometimes the roof no fretwork knew But silvery mosses that downward grew; Sometimes it was carved in sharp relief With quaint arabesques...
Strona 18 - As Sir Launfal made morn through the darksome gate, He was 'ware of a leper, crouched by the same, Who begged with his hand and moaned as he sate ; And a loathing over Sir Launfal came ; The sunshine went out of his soul with a thrill, The flesh 'neath his armor 'gan shrink and crawl...
Strona 16 - The little birds sang as if it were The one day of summer in all the year; And the very leaves seemed to sing on the trees; The castle alone in the landscape lay Like an outpost of winter, dull and gray...
Strona 31 - As Sir Launfal mused with a downcast face, A light shone round about the place ; The leper no longer crouched at his side, But stood before him glorified, Shining and tall and fair and straight As the pillar that stood by the Beautiful Gate,— Himself the Gate whereby men can Enter the temple of God in Man.
Strona 13 - The breeze comes whispering in our ear, That dandelions are blossoming near, That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing, That the river is bluer than the sky, That the robin is plastering his house hard by; And if the breeze kept the good news back, For other couriers we should not lack; We could guess it all by yon heifer's lowing,— And hark!
Strona 19 - Better the blessing of the poor, Though I turn me empty from his door ; That is no true alms which the hand can hold ; He gives nothing but worthless gold Who gives from a sense of duty...
Strona 5 - ... object of pilgrimage and adoration, for many years in the keeping of his lineal descendants. It was incumbent upon those who had charge of it to be chaste in thought, word, and deed; but one of the keepers having broken this condition, the Holy Grail disappeared. From that time it was a favorite enterprise of the knights of Arthur's court to go in search of it.
Strona 13 - Tis as easy now for the heart to be true As for grass to be green or skies to be blue,— Tis the natural way of living: Who knows whither the clouds have fled?
Strona 25 - T was as if every image that mirrored lay In his depths serene through the summer day, Each fleeting shadow of earth and sky, Lest the happy model should be lost, Had been mimicked in fairy masonry By the elfin builders of the frost.