Maud, and Other PoemsEdward Moxon&Company, Dover Street, 1859 - 168 |
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... wood , Its lips in the field above are dabbled with blood- red heath , The red - ribb'd ledges drip with a silent horror of blood , And Echo there , whatever is ask'd her , answers ' Death . ' B 2 . For there in the ghastly pit long ...
... wood , Its lips in the field above are dabbled with blood- red heath , The red - ribb'd ledges drip with a silent horror of blood , And Echo there , whatever is ask'd her , answers ' Death . ' B 2 . For there in the ghastly pit long ...
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... wood where I sit is a world of plunder and prey . 5 . We are puppets , Man in his pride , and Beauty fair in her flower ; Do we move ourselves , or are moved by an unseen hand at a game That pushes us off from the board , and others ...
... wood where I sit is a world of plunder and prey . 5 . We are puppets , Man in his pride , and Beauty fair in her flower ; Do we move ourselves , or are moved by an unseen hand at a game That pushes us off from the board , and others ...
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... wood are bow'd Caught and cuff'd by the gale : I had fancied it would be fair . 2 . Whom but Maud should I meet Last night , when the sunset burn'd On the blossom'd gable - ends At the head of the village street , Whom but Maud should I ...
... wood are bow'd Caught and cuff'd by the gale : I had fancied it would be fair . 2 . Whom but Maud should I meet Last night , when the sunset burn'd On the blossom'd gable - ends At the head of the village street , Whom but Maud should I ...
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... wood , Where I hear the 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 ...
... wood , Where I hear the 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 ...
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... wood ; And I , who else , was with her , Gathering woodland lilies , Myriads blow together . 3 . Birds in our wood sang Ringing thro ' the vallies , Maud is here , here , here In among the lilies . 4 . I kiss'd her slender hand , She ...
... wood ; And I , who else , was with her , Gathering woodland lilies , Myriads blow together . 3 . Birds in our wood sang Ringing thro ' the vallies , Maud is here , here , here In among the lilies . 4 . I kiss'd her slender hand , She ...
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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 heard 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 touch'd turn'd vext walks weep wood