Leaves from the Poets' LaurelsW. Moxon, Son, 1869 - 220 páginas |
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... green and glassy gulfs , and making My way to shells and sea - weed , all unseen By those above , till they wax'd fearful ; then Returning with my grasp full of such tokens As showed that I had searched the deep : exulting , With a far ...
... green and glassy gulfs , and making My way to shells and sea - weed , all unseen By those above , till they wax'd fearful ; then Returning with my grasp full of such tokens As showed that I had searched the deep : exulting , With a far ...
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ALL is but coloured show . I look Up through the green hues shed By leaves above my head , And feel its inmost worth forsook My being , when she died . This heart , now hot and dried , Halts , as the parched course where a brook Mid ...
ALL is but coloured show . I look Up through the green hues shed By leaves above my head , And feel its inmost worth forsook My being , when she died . This heart , now hot and dried , Halts , as the parched course where a brook Mid ...
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... green rings Stained quaintly on the lea , To picture elfin glee ; While through the grass a faint air sings , And swarms of insects revel Along the sultry level : No more will watch their brilliant wings , Now lightly dip , now soar ...
... green rings Stained quaintly on the lea , To picture elfin glee ; While through the grass a faint air sings , And swarms of insects revel Along the sultry level : No more will watch their brilliant wings , Now lightly dip , now soar ...
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... green and purple seaweeds strown , I see the waves upon the shore , . Like light dissolved in star - showers thrown : 26 STANZAS . I sit upon the sands alone ,. WRITTEN IN DEJECTION , NEAR NAPLES . THE PARTING OF LAUNCELOT AND GUINEVERE ...
... green and purple seaweeds strown , I see the waves upon the shore , . Like light dissolved in star - showers thrown : 26 STANZAS . I sit upon the sands alone ,. WRITTEN IN DEJECTION , NEAR NAPLES . THE PARTING OF LAUNCELOT AND GUINEVERE ...
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... green and golden immortality . And from the sea there rise , and from the sky There fall clear exhalations , soft and bright , Veil after veil , each hiding some delight . Which Sun or Moon or zephyr draw aside , Till the isle's beauty ...
... green and golden immortality . And from the sea there rise , and from the sky There fall clear exhalations , soft and bright , Veil after veil , each hiding some delight . Which Sun or Moon or zephyr draw aside , Till the isle's beauty ...
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Annabel Lee beauty beneath BISHOP'S WALK blaze blue breath bright CAPTAIN PEN CAPTAIN SWORD Christina Rossetti CONQUEROR WORM dark dead DEATH AND SISYPHUS deep delight dreams DUINO earth Elizabeth Barrett Browning eyes face fear flowers GARDENER'S DAUGhter George Meredith gleam golden hand happy hath haunt hear heard heart heaven Heshemite hope isle kiss LAST MINSTREL leaves light lips lives look Lord Byron loud midst moon morning murmur never night NIGHTINGALE o'er pain PALACE OF ART pale PERSIAN'S STORY QUADROON Queen Guinevere Robert Browning rose round sand shadow shore sighs silent sing Sir Walter Scott SISYPHUS SKELETON IN ARMOUR sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood storm STORM-BELL sweet SWORD AND CAPTAIN tears Tennyson thee thine things thou thought thro trees voice Wakedi waves weary wild William Morris wind wings youth
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Página 166 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower ; Then Nature said : " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power, To kindle or restrain.
Página 130 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Página 94 - And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
Página 54 - And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee, So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea.
Página 143 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Página 53 - IT WAS many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Página 132 - Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Página 42 - twixt Now and Then ! This breathing house not built with hands, This body that does me grievous wrong, O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands, How lightly then it flashed along : — Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore, On winding lakes and rivers wide, That ask no aid of sail or oar, That fear no spite of wind or tide ! Nought cared this body for wind or weather When Youth and I lived in't together.
Página 130 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene...
Página 153 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise: Silent, upon a peak in Darien.