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Pagina 69
... Dipt down to sea and sands . From those four jets four currents in one swell Across the mountain streamed below In misty folds , that floating as they fell Lit up a torrent - blow . And high on every peak a statue seemed To hang on ...
... Dipt down to sea and sands . From those four jets four currents in one swell Across the mountain streamed below In misty folds , that floating as they fell Lit up a torrent - blow . And high on every peak a statue seemed To hang on ...
Pagina 128
... dipt the surface , rose an arm Clothed in white samite , mystic , wonderful , And caught him by the hilt , and brandished him Three times , and drew him under in the meer . And lightly went the other to the King . Then spoke King Arthur ...
... dipt the surface , rose an arm Clothed in white samite , mystic , wonderful , And caught him by the hilt , and brandished him Three times , and drew him under in the meer . And lightly went the other to the King . Then spoke King Arthur ...
Pagina 136
... dipt , And mixed with shadows of the common ground ! But the full day dwelt on her brows , and sunned Her violet eyes , and all her Hebe - bloom , And doubled his own warmth against her lips , And on the bounteous wave of such a breast ...
... dipt , And mixed with shadows of the common ground ! But the full day dwelt on her brows , and sunned Her violet eyes , and all her Hebe - bloom , And doubled his own warmth against her lips , And on the bounteous wave of such a breast ...
Pagina 147
... Dipt by itself , and we were glad at heart . WALKING TO THE MAIL . John . I'm glad I walked . How fresh the meadow look Above the river , and , but a month ago , ' The whole hill - side was redder than a fox . Is yon plantation where ...
... Dipt by itself , and we were glad at heart . WALKING TO THE MAIL . John . I'm glad I walked . How fresh the meadow look Above the river , and , but a month ago , ' The whole hill - side was redder than a fox . Is yon plantation where ...
Pagina 171
... dipt and rose , And turned to look at her . XXXIV . “ And here she came , and round me played , And sang to me the whole Of those three stanzas that you made About my ' giant bole ; ' XXXV . " And in a fit of frolic mirth She strove to ...
... dipt and rose , And turned to look at her . XXXIV . “ And here she came , and round me played , And sang to me the whole Of those three stanzas that you made About my ' giant bole ; ' XXXV . " And in a fit of frolic mirth She strove to ...
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Pagina 193 - Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns.
Pagina 186 - 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.
Pagina 93 - All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil ? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave ? All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence ; ripen, fall and cease : Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease.
Pagina 183 - Old age hath yet his honor and his toil ; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
Pagina 63 - Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, These three alone lead life to sovereign power. Yet not for power (power of herself Would come uncalled for), but to live by law, Acting the law we live by without fear; And, because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
Pagina 125 - I am so deeply smitten thro' the helm That without help I cannot last till morn. Thou therefore take my brand Excalibur, Which was my pride: for thou rememberest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Rose up from out the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword — and how I...
Pagina 254 - ... 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 vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Pagina 183 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this...
Pagina 341 - ... 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. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake : So...
Pagina 183 - 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.