PoemsEdward Moxon, 1853 - 379 páginas |
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... Smiling , never speaks : So innocent - arch , so cunning - simple , From beneath her gather'd wimple Glancing with black - beaded eyes , Till the lightning laughters dimple The baby - roses in her cheeks ; Then away she flies . 3 ...
... Smiling , never speaks : So innocent - arch , so cunning - simple , From beneath her gather'd wimple Glancing with black - beaded eyes , Till the lightning laughters dimple The baby - roses in her cheeks ; Then away she flies . 3 ...
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... smile or frown be fleeter ? Whether smile or frown be sweeter , Who may know ? Frowns perfect - sweet along the brow Light - glooming over eyes divine , Like little clouds sun - fringed , are thine , Ever varying Madeline . Thy smile ...
... smile or frown be fleeter ? Whether smile or frown be sweeter , Who may know ? Frowns perfect - sweet along the brow Light - glooming over eyes divine , Like little clouds sun - fringed , are thine , Ever varying Madeline . Thy smile ...
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... Smiling , frowning , evermore , Thou art perfect in love - lore , Ever varying Madeline . 3 . A subtle , sudden flame , By ... smile ; Then in madness and in bliss , If my lips should dare to kiss Thy taper fingers amorously , Again thou ...
... Smiling , frowning , evermore , Thou art perfect in love - lore , Ever varying Madeline . 3 . A subtle , sudden flame , By ... smile ; Then in madness and in bliss , If my lips should dare to kiss Thy taper fingers amorously , Again thou ...
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... beneath , And the year's last rose . Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i ' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the hollyhock , Heavily hangs the tiger - lily . ADELINE . 1 . MYSTERY of mysteries , Faintly smiling 32 32 SONG .
... beneath , And the year's last rose . Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i ' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the hollyhock , Heavily hangs the tiger - lily . ADELINE . 1 . MYSTERY of mysteries , Faintly smiling 32 32 SONG .
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. ADELINE . 1 . MYSTERY of mysteries , Faintly smiling Adeline , Scarce of earth nor all divine , Nor unhappy , nor at rest , But beyond expression fair With thy floating flaxen hair ; Thy rose - lips and ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. ADELINE . 1 . MYSTERY of mysteries , Faintly smiling Adeline , Scarce of earth nor all divine , Nor unhappy , nor at rest , But beyond expression fair With thy floating flaxen hair ; Thy rose - lips and ...
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Términos y frases comunes
answer'd beneath blow breast breath brow Camelot cheek cloud dark Dear mother Ida death deep dipt door Dora dream earth EDWIN MORRIS Eleänore Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fall floating flowers folds golden prime grave green hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hour King King Arthur kiss kiss'd Lady Clare Lady of Shalott land last embrace Let them rave light lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord measured words mind moon morn never night o'er Oriana Queen roll'd rose round saw thro seem'd shadow SIMEON STYLITES sing Sir Bedivere sleep slowly smile song soul sound spake speak spirit stars stept summer sweet Sweet Emma tears thee thine things thou art thought thro thy dreams turn'd unto Vere de Vere voice weary weep wild wind words yonder
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Página 199 - I have lived my life, and that which I have done May He within himself make pure ! but thou, If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing...
Página 271 - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Página 11 - He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
Página 378 - ... my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a...
Página 142 - In the afternoon they came unto a land, In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.
Página 265 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea. I am become a name; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known,— cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but...
Página 265 - Much have I seen and known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honour'd of them all ; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Página 268 - Locksley Hall, that in the distance overlooks the sandy tracts, And the hollow ocean-ridges roaring into cataracts. Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro...
Página 335 - Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres I find a magic bark; I leap on board, no helmsman steers, I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light! Three angels bear the holy Grail: With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars.
Página 269 - Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid. Here about the beach I wander'd, nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time...