Maud, and Other PoemsTicknor and Fields, 1855 - 160 |
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Strona 27
... Your mother is mute in her grave as her image in marble above ; Your father is ever in London , you wander about at your will ; You have but fed on the roses , and lain in the lilies of life . V. 1 . A VOICE by the cedar tree , MAUD . 27.
... Your mother is mute in her grave as her image in marble above ; Your father is ever in London , you wander about at your will ; You have but fed on the roses , and lain in the lilies of life . V. 1 . A VOICE by the cedar tree , MAUD . 27.
Strona 47
... lilies , Myriads blow together . 3 . Birds in our wood sang Ringing thro ' the valleys , Maud is here , here , here In among the lilies . 4 . I kiss'd her slender hand , She took MAUD . 47.
... lilies , Myriads blow together . 3 . Birds in our wood sang Ringing thro ' the valleys , Maud is here , here , here In among the lilies . 4 . I kiss'd her slender hand , She took MAUD . 47.
Strona 53
... lilies fair on a lawn ; There she walks in her state And tends upon bed and bower ; And thither I climb'd at dawn And stood by her garden - gate ; A lion ramps at the top , He is claspt by a passion - flower . 2 . Maud's own little oak ...
... lilies fair on a lawn ; There she walks in her state And tends upon bed and bower ; And thither I climb'd at dawn And stood by her garden - gate ; A lion ramps at the top , He is claspt by a passion - flower . 2 . Maud's own little oak ...
Strona 74
... lily , ' There is but one With whom she has heart to be gay . When will the dancers leave her alone ? She is weary of dance and play . ' Now half to the setting moon are gone , And half to the rising day ; Low on the sand and loud on ...
... lily , ' There is but one With whom she has heart to be gay . When will the dancers leave her alone ? She is weary of dance and play . ' Now half to the setting moon are gone , And half to the rising day ; Low on the sand and loud on ...
Strona 76
... promise to me ; The lilies and roses were all awake , They sigh'd for the dawn and thee . 9 . Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls , Come hither , the dances are done , In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls , Queen 76 MAUD .
... promise to me ; The lilies and roses were all awake , They sigh'd for the dawn and thee . 9 . Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls , Come hither , the dances are done , In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls , Queen 76 MAUD .
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Strona 76 - 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 ; 50 The lilies and roses were all awake, They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.
Strona 132 - For this is England's greatest son, He that gain'da hundred fights, Nor ever lost an English gun...
Strona 109 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Strona 117 - ... 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 forever.
Strona 74 - 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 128 - BURY the Great Duke With an empire's lamentation, Let us bury the Great Duke To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation, Mourning when their leaders fall, Warriors carry the warrior's pall, And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall.
Strona 131 - Thro' the dome of the golden cross; And the volleying cannon thunder his loss; He knew their voices of old. For many a time in many a clime His captain's ear has heard them boom, Bellowing victory, bellowing doom.
Strona 78 - 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 142 - Hush, the Dead March wails in the people's ears : The dark crowd moves, and there are sobs and tears The black earth yawns : the mortal disappears ; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust...
Strona 62 - None like her, none. Just now the dry-tongued laurels' pattering talk Seem'd her light foot along the garden walk, And shook my heart to think she comes once more. But even then I heard her close the door; The gates of heaven are closed, and she is gone.