Maud, and Other PoemsTicknor and Fields, 1856 - 164 |
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... garden ground , Listening now to the tide in its broad - flung ship- wrecking roar , Now to the scream of a madden'd beach dragg'd down by the wave , Walk'd in a wintry wind by a ghastly glimmer , and found The shining daffodil dead ...
... garden ground , Listening now to the tide in its broad - flung ship- wrecking roar , Now to the scream of a madden'd beach dragg'd down by the wave , Walk'd in a wintry wind by a ghastly glimmer , and found The shining daffodil dead ...
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... garden I see her pass like a light ; But sorrow seize me if ever that light be my leading star ! 3 . When have I bow'd to her father , the wrinkled head of the race ? I met her abroad with her brother , but not to her brother I bow'd ...
... garden I see her pass like a light ; But sorrow seize me if ever that light be my leading star ! 3 . When have I bow'd to her father , the wrinkled head of the race ? I met her abroad with her brother , but not to her brother I bow'd ...
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... garden of spice . 8 . For the drift of the Maker is dark , an Isis hid by the veil . Who knows the ways of the world , how God will bring them about ? Our planet is one , the suns are many , the world is wide . Shall I weep if a Poland ...
... garden of spice . 8 . For the drift of the Maker is dark , an Isis hid by the veil . Who knows the ways of the world , how God will bring them about ? Our planet is one , the suns are many , the world is wide . Shall I weep if a Poland ...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. XII . 1 . BIRDS in the high Hall - garden When twilight was falling , Maud , Maud , Maud , Maud , They were crying and calling 2 . Where was Maud ? in our wood ; And I , who else , was with her , Gathering ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. XII . 1 . BIRDS in the high Hall - garden When twilight was falling , Maud , Maud , Maud , Maud , They were crying and calling 2 . Where was Maud ? in our wood ; And I , who else , was with her , Gathering ...
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... her feet have touched the meadows And left the daisies rosy . 7 . Birds in the high Hall - garden Were crying and calling to her , Where is Maud , Maud , Maud , One is come to woo her . 8 . Look , a horse at the door , 48 MAUD .
... her feet have touched the meadows And left the daisies rosy . 7 . Birds in the high Hall - garden Were crying and calling to her , Where is Maud , Maud , Maud , One is come to woo her . 8 . Look , a horse at the door , 48 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 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...