Maud, and Other PoemsTicknor and Fields, 1856 - 160 |
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Strona 22
... smile a hard - set smile , like a stoic , or like A wiser epicurean , and let the world have its way : For nature is one with rapine , a harm no preacher can heal ; The Mayfly is torn by the swallow , the sparrow 22 MAUD .
... smile a hard - set smile , like a stoic , or like A wiser epicurean , and let the world have its way : For nature is one with rapine , a harm no preacher can heal ; The Mayfly is torn by the swallow , the sparrow 22 MAUD .
Strona 31
... smile so sweet She made me divine amends For a courtesy not return'd . 3 . And thus a delicate spark Of glowing and growing light Thro ' the livelong hours of the dark Kept itself warm in the heart of my dreams , Ready to burst in a ...
... smile so sweet She made me divine amends For a courtesy not return'd . 3 . And thus a delicate spark Of glowing and growing light Thro ' the livelong hours of the dark Kept itself warm in the heart of my dreams , Ready to burst in a ...
Strona 32
... smile were all that I dream'd , Then the world were not so bitter But a smile could make it sweet . 6 . What if tho ' her eye seem'd full Of a kind intent to me , What if that dandy - despot , he , That jewell'd mass of millinery , That ...
... smile were all that I dream'd , Then the world were not so bitter But a smile could make it sweet . 6 . What if tho ' her eye seem'd full Of a kind intent to me , What if that dandy - despot , he , That jewell'd mass of millinery , That ...
Strona 33
... smile his brutal scorn What if he had told her yester - morn How prettily for his own sweet sake A face of tenderness might be feign'd , And a moist mirage in desert eyes , That so , when the rotten hustings shake In another month to ...
... smile his brutal scorn What if he had told her yester - morn How prettily for his own sweet sake A face of tenderness might be feign'd , And a moist mirage in desert eyes , That so , when the rotten hustings shake In another month to ...
Strona 34
... smile and tender tone Came out of her pitying womanhood , For am I not , am I not , here alone So many a summer since she died , My mother , who was so gentle and good ? Living alone in an empty house , Here half - hid in the gleaming ...
... smile and tender tone Came out of her pitying womanhood , For am I not , am I not , here alone So many a summer since she died , My mother , who was so gentle and good ? Living alone in an empty house , Here half - hid in the gleaming ...
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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...