Maud, and Other PoemsEdward Moxon, 1855 - 154 páginas |
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... hundred thrones . 13 . For I trust if an enemy's fleet came yonder round by the hill , And the rushing battle - bolt sang from the three- decker out of the foam , That the smoothfaced snubnosed rogue would leap from his counter and till ...
... hundred thrones . 13 . For I trust if an enemy's fleet came yonder round by the hill , And the rushing battle - bolt sang from the three- decker out of the foam , That the smoothfaced snubnosed rogue would leap from his counter and till ...
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... 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 . Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the 102 THE BROOK .
... 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 . Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the 102 THE BROOK .
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... hundred fights , Nor ever lost an English gun ; This is he that far away Against the myriads of Assaye Clash'd with his fiery few and won ; And underneath another sun , Warring on a later day , Round affrighted Lisbon drew The treble ...
... hundred fights , Nor ever lost an English gun ; This is he that far away Against the myriads of Assaye Clash'd with his fiery few and won ; And underneath another sun , Warring on a later day , Round affrighted Lisbon drew The treble ...
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... hundred spires ! I climb'd the roofs at break of day ; Sun - smitten Alps before me lay . I stood among the silent statues , And statued pinnacles , mute as they . How faintly - flush'd , how phantom - fair , Was Monte Rosa , hanging ...
... hundred spires ! I climb'd the roofs at break of day ; Sun - smitten Alps before me lay . I stood among the silent statues , And statued pinnacles , mute as they . How faintly - flush'd , how phantom - fair , Was Monte Rosa , hanging ...
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... hundred . " Charge , " was the captain's cry ; Their's not to reason why , Their's not to make reply , Their's but to do and die , Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred . 152 THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE . 2 . THE CHARGE OF ...
... hundred . " Charge , " was the captain's cry ; Their's not to reason why , Their's not to make reply , Their's but to do and die , Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred . 152 THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE . 2 . THE CHARGE OF ...
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Página 71 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;' And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;' The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, 'I wait.
Página 149 - O WELL for him whose will is strong ! He suffers, but he will not suffer long ; He suffers, but he cannot suffer wrong : For him nor moves the loud world's random mock, Nor all Calamity's hugest waves confound, Who seems a promontory of rock, That, compass'd round with turbulent sound, In middle ocean meets the surging shock, Tempest-buffeted, citadel-crown'd. II. But ill for him who, bettering not with time, Corrupts the strength of heaven-descended Will, And ever weaker grows thro...
Página 67 - 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.
Página 83 - A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee : Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
Página 136 - For tho' the Giant Ages heave the hill And break the shore, and- evermore Make and break, and work their will ; Tho' world on world in myriad myriads roll Round us, each with different powers, And other forms of life than ours, What know we greater than the soul ? On God and Godlike men we build our trust.
Página 83 - Half the night I waste in sighs, Half in dreams I sorrow after The delight of early skies; In a wakeful doze I sorrow For the hand, the lips, the eyes, For the meeting of the morrow, The delight of happy laughter, The delight of low replies.
Página 104 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling ; And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel, With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, — And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river ; For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Página 122 - 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.
Página 69 - There is but one With whom she has heart to be gay. When will the dancers leave her alone? She is weary of dance and play." Now half to the setting moon are gone, And half to the rising day; Low on the sand and loud on the stone The last wheel echoes away.
Página 72 - 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.