Poems ...J.E. Tilton, 1869 - 639 pagina's |
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Pagina 19
... things . ” Yet could not all creation pierce Beyond the bottom of his eye . He spake of beauty : that the dull Saw no divinity in grass , Life in dead stones , or spirit in air ; Then looking as ' t were in a glass , He smooth'd his ...
... things . ” Yet could not all creation pierce Beyond the bottom of his eye . He spake of beauty : that the dull Saw no divinity in grass , Life in dead stones , or spirit in air ; Then looking as ' t were in a glass , He smooth'd his ...
Pagina 33
... things that be In the hueless mosses under the sea Would curl round my silver feet silently , All looking up for the love of me . And if I should carol aloud , from aloft All things that are forked , and horned , and soft Would lean out ...
... things that be In the hueless mosses under the sea Would curl round my silver feet silently , All looking up for the love of me . And if I should carol aloud , from aloft All things that are forked , and horned , and soft Would lean out ...
Pagina 49
... things , And at the last she spoke of me ; And turning look'd upon your face , As near this door you sat apart , And rose , and , with a silent grace Approaching , press'd you heart to heart . Ah , well but sing the foolish song I gave ...
... things , And at the last she spoke of me ; And turning look'd upon your face , As near this door you sat apart , And rose , and , with a silent grace Approaching , press'd you heart to heart . Ah , well but sing the foolish song I gave ...
Pagina 65
... things in order stored , A haunt of ancient Peace . Nor these alone , but every landscape fair , As fit for every mood of mind , Or gay , or grave , or sweet , or stern , was there , Not less than truth design'd . Or the maid - mother ...
... things in order stored , A haunt of ancient Peace . Nor these alone , but every landscape fair , As fit for every mood of mind , Or gay , or grave , or sweet , or stern , was there , Not less than truth design'd . Or the maid - mother ...
Pagina 68
... things fair to sate my various eyes ! O shapes and hues that please me well ! O silent faces of the Great and Wise , My Gods , with whom I dwell ! " O God - like isolation which art mine , I can but count thee perfect gain , What time I ...
... things fair to sate my various eyes ! O shapes and hues that please me well ! O silent faces of the Great and Wise , My Gods , with whom I dwell ! " O God - like isolation which art mine , I can but count thee perfect gain , What time I ...
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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!