Maud, and Other PoemsTicknor and Fields, 1856 - 164 |
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Strona 15
... the moor ; she will let me alone . Thanks , for the fiend best knows whether woman or man be the worse . I will bury myself in my books , and the Devil may pipe to his own . II . LONG have I sigh'd for a calm : MAUD . 15.
... the moor ; she will let me alone . Thanks , for the fiend best knows whether woman or man be the worse . I will bury myself in my books , and the Devil may pipe to his own . II . LONG have I sigh'd for a calm : MAUD . 15.
Strona 54
... books , And her brother lingers late With a roystering company ) looks Upon Maud's own garden gate : And I thought as I stood , if a hand , as white As ocean - foam in the moon , were laid On the hasp of the window , and my Delight Had ...
... books , And her brother lingers late With a roystering company ) looks Upon Maud's own garden gate : And I thought as I stood , if a hand , as white As ocean - foam in the moon , were laid On the hasp of the window , and my Delight Had ...
Strona 107
... . O had he lived ! In our school - books we say , Of those that held their heads above the crowd , They flourish'd then or then ; but life in him Could scarce be said to flourish , only touch'd On 107 THE BROOK: AN IDYL.
... . O had he lived ! In our school - books we say , Of those that held their heads above the crowd , They flourish'd then or then ; but life in him Could scarce be said to flourish , only touch'd On 107 THE BROOK: AN IDYL.
Strona 149
... book you lent me , And where you tenderly laid it by : And I forgot the clouded Forth , The gloom that saddens Heaven and Earth , The bitter east , the misty summer And gray metropolis of the North . Perchance , to lull the throbs of ...
... book you lent me , And where you tenderly laid it by : And I forgot the clouded Forth , The gloom that saddens Heaven and Earth , The bitter east , the misty summer And gray metropolis of the North . Perchance , to lull the throbs of ...
Strona 161
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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 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 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 for ever.
Strona 77 - Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun.
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 44 - Ah God, for a man with heart, head, hand, Like some of the simple great ones gone For ever and ever by, One still strong man in a blatant land, Whatever they call him, what care I, Aristocrat, democrat, autocrat — one Who can rule and dare not lie.
Strona 158 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air, Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army while All the world wonder'd: Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
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 152 - Anathema,' friend, at you; Should all our churchmen foam in spite At you, so careful of the right, Yet one lay-hearth would give you welcome (Take it and come) to the Isle of Wight...