Poetical Works, Tom 2Ticknor and Fields, 1861 |
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... Table Round , Had wedded Enid , Yniol's only child , And loved her , as he loved the light of Heaven . And as the light of Heaven varies , now At sunrise , now at sunset , now by night With moon and trembling stars , so loved Geraint To ...
... Table Round , Had wedded Enid , Yniol's only child , And loved her , as he loved the light of Heaven . And as the light of Heaven varies , now At sunrise , now at sunset , now by night With moon and trembling stars , so loved Geraint To ...
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... Table Round , And since I knew this Earl , when I myself Was half a bandit in my lawless hour , I come the mouthpiece of our King to Doorm ( The King is close behind me ) bidding him Disband himself , and scatter all his powers , Submit ...
... Table Round , And since I knew this Earl , when I myself Was half a bandit in my lawless hour , I come the mouthpiece of our King to Doorm ( The King is close behind me ) bidding him Disband himself , and scatter all his powers , Submit ...
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... Table Round , Not rashly , but have proved him everyway One of our noblest , our most valorous , Sanest and most obedient : and indeed This work of Edyrn wrought upon himself After a life of violence , seems to me A thousand - fold more ...
... Table Round , Not rashly , but have proved him everyway One of our noblest , our most valorous , Sanest and most obedient : and indeed This work of Edyrn wrought upon himself After a life of violence , seems to me A thousand - fold more ...
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... Table Round , That was to be , for love of God and men And noble deeds , the flower of all the world . And each incited each to noble deeds . And while we waited , one , the youngest of us , We could not keep him silent , out he flash'd ...
... Table Round , That was to be , for love of God and men And noble deeds , the flower of all the world . And each incited each to noble deeds . And while we waited , one , the youngest of us , We could not keep him silent , out he flash'd ...
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... Table Round , And all because you dream they babble of you . ' And Vivien , frowning in true anger , said : ' What dare the full - fed liars say of me ? They ride abroad redressing human wrongs ! They sit with knife in meat and wine in ...
... Table Round , And all because you dream they babble of you . ' And Vivien , frowning in true anger , said : ' What dare the full - fed liars say of me ? They ride abroad redressing human wrongs ! They sit with knife in meat and wine in ...
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Strona 41 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Strona 6 - We have but faith: we cannot know, For knowledge is of things we see; And yet we trust it comes from thee, A beam in darkness: let it grow. > Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
Strona 95 - THERE rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
Strona 37 - That each, who seems a separate whole, Should move his rounds, and fusing all The skirts of self again, should fall Remerging in the general Soul, Is faith as vague as all unsweet. Eternal form shall still divide The eternal soul from all beside; And I shall know him when we meet; And we shall sit at endless feast, Enjoying each the other's good.
Strona 139 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate. The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;' And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;' The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, 'I wait.
Strona 52 - So many worlds, so much to do, So little done, such things to be, How know I what had need of thee, For thou wert strong as thou wert true ? The fame is quench'd that I foresaw, The head hath miss'd an earthly wreath: I curse not nature, no, nor death; For nothing is that errs from law.
Strona 82 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Strona 7 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Strona 58 - I wage not any feud with Death For changes wrought on form and face; No lower life that earth's embrace May breed with him, can fright my faith. Eternal process moving on, From state to state the spirit walks; And these are but the shatter'd stalks, Or ruin'd chrysalis of one.
Strona 28 - Her eyes are homes of silent prayer, Nor other thought her mind admits But, he was dead, and there he sits, And he that brought him back is there. Then one deep love doth supersede All other, when her ardent gaze Roves from the living brother's face, And rests upon the Life indeed. All subtle thought, all curious fears, Borne down by gladness so complete, She bows, she bathes the Saviour's feet With costly spikenard and with tears.