The poets of the first half of the reign. The novelist-poetsHenry Fitz Randolph A. D. F. Randolph & Company, 1887 |
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... heavens upbreaking thro ' the earth , And on from hill to hill , and every day Beheld at noon in some delicious dale The silk pavilions of King Arthur raised For brief repast or afternoon repose By couriers gone before ; and on again ...
... heavens upbreaking thro ' the earth , And on from hill to hill , and every day Beheld at noon in some delicious dale The silk pavilions of King Arthur raised For brief repast or afternoon repose By couriers gone before ; and on again ...
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... only , cleave to her , And worship her by years of noble deeds , Until they won her ; for indeed I knew Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid , Not only to keep down the base in man , LORD TENNYSON . 7.
... only , cleave to her , And worship her by years of noble deeds , Until they won her ; for indeed I knew Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid , Not only to keep down the base in man , LORD TENNYSON . 7.
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... heavens Were shaken with the motion and the sound . And blackening in the sea - foam swayed a boat , Half swallowed in it , anchored with a chain ; And in my madness to myself I said , " I will embark and I will lose myself , 12 POETS ...
... heavens Were shaken with the motion and the sound . And blackening in the sea - foam swayed a boat , Half swallowed in it , anchored with a chain ; And in my madness to myself I said , " I will embark and I will lose myself , 12 POETS ...
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... Heavens , and cease To glide a sunbeam by the blasted Pine , To sit a star upon the sparkling spire ; And come , for Love is of the valley , come , For Love is of the valley , come thou down And find him ; by the happy threshold , he ...
... Heavens , and cease To glide a sunbeam by the blasted Pine , To sit a star upon the sparkling spire ; And come , for Love is of the valley , come , For Love is of the valley , come thou down And find him ; by the happy threshold , he ...
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... Heaven are closed , and she is gone . There is none like her , none . Nor will be when our summers have deceased . O , art thou sighing for Lebanon In the long breeze that streams to thy delicious East , Sighing for Lebanon , Dark cedar ...
... Heaven are closed , and she is gone . There is none like her , none . Nor will be when our summers have deceased . O , art thou sighing for Lebanon In the long breeze that streams to thy delicious East , Sighing for Lebanon , Dark cedar ...
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The poets of the first half of the reign; The novelist poets Henry Fitz Randolph Vista completa - 1888 |
The poets of the first half of the reign. The novelist-poets Henry Fitz Randolph Vista completa - 1887 |
The poets of the first half of the reign. The novelist-poets Henry Fitz Randolph Vista completa - 1887 |
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Página 60 - GROW old along with me ! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made : Our times are in His hand Who saith ' A whole I planned, Youth shows but half ; trust God : see all, nor be afraid...
Página 76 - I loved you, Evelyn, all the while ! My heart seemed full as it could hold ; There was place and to spare for the frank young smile, And the red young mouth, and the hair's young gold. So, hush, — I will give you this leaf to keep : See, I shut it inside the sweet cold hand ! There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand.
Página 65 - Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped ; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
Página 33 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
Página 76 - You know, we French stormed Ratisbon : A mile or so away On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day ; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Legs wide, arms locked behind, As if to balance the prone brow Oppressive with its mind. ii Just as perhaps he mused " My plans " That soar, to earth may fall, " Let once my army-leader Lannes
Página 15 - Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk ; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font : The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me.
Página 8 - Until they won her; for indeed I knew Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid, Not only to keep down the base in man, But teach high thought, and amiable words And courtliness, and the desire of fame, And love of truth, and all that makes a man.
Página 77 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two.
Página 35 - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices.
Página 236 - They rowed her in across the rolling foam, The cruel crawling foam, The cruel hungry foam, To her grave beside the sea : But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home Across the sands of Dee.