Poems ...J.E. Tilton, 1869 - 639 pagina's |
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Pagina 17
... soul grieves At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves , And the breath Of the fading edges of box beneath , And the year's last rose . Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i̇ ' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the ...
... soul grieves At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves , And the breath Of the fading edges of box beneath , And the year's last rose . Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i̇ ' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the ...
Pagina 20
... soul . The marvel of the everlasting will , An open scroll , : Before him lay with echoing feet he threaded The secretest walks of fame : The viewless arrows of his thoughts were headed And wing'd with flame , Like Indian reeds blown ...
... soul . The marvel of the everlasting will , An open scroll , : Before him lay with echoing feet he threaded The secretest walks of fame : The viewless arrows of his thoughts were headed And wing'd with flame , Like Indian reeds blown ...
Pagina 21
... soul in many dreams Of high desire . Thus truth was multiplied on truth , the world Like one great garden show'd , And thro ' the wreaths of floating dark upcurl'd , Rare sunrise flow'd . And Freedom rear'd in that august sunrise Her ...
... soul in many dreams Of high desire . Thus truth was multiplied on truth , the world Like one great garden show'd , And thro ' the wreaths of floating dark upcurl'd , Rare sunrise flow'd . And Freedom rear'd in that august sunrise Her ...
Pagina 25
... soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow : at first to the ear The warble was low , and full and clear ; And floating about the under - sky , Prevailing in weakness , the coronach stole Sometimes afar , and sometimes anear ...
... soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow : at first to the ear The warble was low , and full and clear ; And floating about the under - sky , Prevailing in weakness , the coronach stole Sometimes afar , and sometimes anear ...
Pagina 44
... soul and sense Of Passion gazing upon thee . His bow - string slacken'd , languid Love , Leaning his cheek upon his hand , Droops both his wings , regarding thee , And so would languish evermore , Serene , imperial Eleanore . 8 . But ...
... soul and sense Of Passion gazing upon thee . His bow - string slacken'd , languid Love , Leaning his cheek upon his hand , Droops both his wings , regarding thee , And so would languish evermore , Serene , imperial Eleanore . 8 . But ...
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Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Annie answer'd arms Arthur ask'd Astolat Aylmer beneath blood blow break breath brows Caerleon call'd Camelot child cried dark dead dear death deep dream earth Enid Enoch evermore eyes face fair Fair lord fancy father fear flower Geraint golden Guinevere half hall hand happy head hear heard heart Heaven hour jousts King King Arthur kiss kiss'd knew Lady Lady of Shalott land Lavaine light Limours lips little birdie live look look'd lord maid maiden Maud Merlin moon morn mother move never night noble o'er once Oriana passion Prince Queen rode rose round seem'd shadow shame silent Sir Bedivere Sir Lancelot sleep smile song soul spake speak spoke star stept stood sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro touch'd turn'd vext voice weep wild wind words
Populaire passages
Pagina 330 - That not a worm is cloven in vain ; That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivel'd in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. Behold, we know not anything ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring.
Pagina 367 - Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Pagina 113 - 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 God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Pagina 251 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
Pagina 154 - Old age hath yet his honour 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. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices.
Pagina 441 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Pagina 252 - Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Pagina 34 - Skimming down to Camelot : But who hath seen her wave her hand ? Or at the casement seen her stand ? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott ? Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to tower'd Camelot : And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers " 'Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott.
Pagina 330 - Behold, we know not anything ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. ' So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry.
Pagina 441 - " Charge for the guns ! " he said ; Into the valley of death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!