Maud, and Other PoemsTicknor and Fields, 1856 - 164 |
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Strona 7
... 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 . ' 2 . For there in the ghastly pit long since MAUD.
... 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 . ' 2 . For there in the ghastly pit long since MAUD.
Strona 52
... blood by the other side ; Her mother has been a thing complete , However she came to be so allied . And fair without , faithful within , Maud to him is nothing akin : Some peculiar mystic grace . Made her only the child of her mother ...
... blood by the other side ; Her mother has been a thing complete , However she came to be so allied . And fair without , faithful within , Maud to him is nothing akin : Some peculiar mystic grace . Made her only the child of her mother ...
Strona 62
... blood And sweetly , on and on Calming itself to the long - wish'd - for end , Full to the banks , close on the promised good . ல் 2 . None like her , none . Just now the dry - tongued laurels ' pattering talk Seem'd her light foot ...
... blood And sweetly , on and on Calming itself to the long - wish'd - for end , Full to the banks , close on the promised good . ல் 2 . None like her , none . Just now the dry - tongued laurels ' pattering talk Seem'd her light foot ...
Strona 75
... 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 . From the meadow your walks have ...
... 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 . From the meadow your walks have ...
Strona 81
... blood : It will ring in my heart and my ears , till I die , till I die . 2 . Is it gone ? my pulses beat- What was it ? a lying trick of the brain ? Yet I thought I saw her stand , A shadow there at my feet , High over the shadowy land ...
... blood : It will ring in my heart and my ears , till I die , till I die . 2 . Is it gone ? my pulses beat- What was it ? a lying trick of the brain ? Yet I thought I saw her stand , A shadow there at my feet , High over the shadowy land ...
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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...