Maud: And Other PoemsHenry S. King, 1877 - 170 |
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Strona 78
... soul of the rose went into my blood , As the music clash'd in the hall ' ; And long by the garden lake I stood , For I heard your rivulet fall From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood , Our wood , that is dearer than all ; 7 ...
... soul of the rose went into my blood , As the music clash'd in the hall ' ; And long by the garden lake I stood , For I heard your rivulet fall From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood , Our wood , that is dearer than all ; 7 ...
Strona 85
... Hell brake out of thy rising sun , The fires of Hell and of Hate ; For she , sweet soul , had hardly spoken a word , When her brother ran in his rage to the gate , He came with the babe - faced lord ; Heap'd MAUD . 85.
... Hell brake out of thy rising sun , The fires of Hell and of Hate ; For she , sweet soul , had hardly spoken a word , When her brother ran in his rage to the gate , He came with the babe - faced lord ; Heap'd MAUD . 85.
Strona 96
... souls we loved , that they might tell us What and where they be . 4 . It leads me forth at evening , It lightly winds and steals In a cold white robe before me , When all my spirit reels At the shouts , the leagues of lights , And the ...
... souls we loved , that they might tell us What and where they be . 4 . It leads me forth at evening , It lightly winds and steals In a cold white robe before me , When all my spirit reels At the shouts , the leagues of lights , And the ...
Strona 101
... And the faces that one meets , Hearts with no love for me : Always I long to creep Into some still cavern deep , There to weep , and weep , and My whole soul out to thee . weep V. 1 . DEAD , long dead , Long dead MAUD . 101.
... And the faces that one meets , Hearts with no love for me : Always I long to creep Into some still cavern deep , There to weep , and weep , and My whole soul out to thee . weep V. 1 . DEAD , long dead , Long dead MAUD . 101.
Strona 106
... souls ! It is all used up for that . 7 . Tell him now she is standing here at my head ; Not beautiful now , not even kind ; He may take her now ; for she never speaks her mind , But is ever the one thing silent here . She is not of us ...
... souls ! It is all used up for that . 7 . Tell him now she is standing here at my head ; Not beautiful now , not even kind ; He may take her now ; for she never speaks her mind , But is ever the one thing silent here . She is not of us ...
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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 touch'd turn'd vext walks weep wood