Poems, Volumul 2Edward Moxon & Company, Dover Street, 1868 - 879 pagini |
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Pagina 13
... towers , To mingle with the bounding main : Calm and deep peace in this wide air , These leaves that redden to the fall ; And in my heart , if calm at all , If any calm , a calm despair : Calm on the seas , and silver sleep , And IN ...
... towers , To mingle with the bounding main : Calm and deep peace in this wide air , These leaves that redden to the fall ; And in my heart , if calm at all , If any calm , a calm despair : Calm on the seas , and silver sleep , And IN ...
Pagina 16
... blown about the skies ; The forest crack'd , the waters curl'd , The cattle huddled on the lea ; And wildly dash'd on tower and tree The sunbeam strikes along the world : And but for fancies , which aver That all thy 16 IN MEMORIAM .
... blown about the skies ; The forest crack'd , the waters curl'd , The cattle huddled on the lea ; And wildly dash'd on tower and tree The sunbeam strikes along the world : And but for fancies , which aver That all thy 16 IN MEMORIAM .
Pagina 25
... And if that eye which watches guilt And goodness , and hath power to see Within the green the moulder'd tree , And towers fall'n as soon as built , - VOL . II . 2 - O , if indeed that eye foresee Or see ( IN MEMORIAM . 25.
... And if that eye which watches guilt And goodness , and hath power to see Within the green the moulder'd tree , And towers fall'n as soon as built , - VOL . II . 2 - O , if indeed that eye foresee Or see ( IN MEMORIAM . 25.
Pagina 57
... towers by ghostly masons wrought , A gulf that ever shuts and gapes , A hand that points , and palled shapes In shadowy thoroughfares of thought ; And crowds that stream from yawning doors , And shoals of pucker'd faces drive ; Dark ...
... towers by ghostly masons wrought , A gulf that ever shuts and gapes , A hand that points , and palled shapes In shadowy thoroughfares of thought ; And crowds that stream from yawning doors , And shoals of pucker'd faces drive ; Dark ...
Pagina 62
... towers ? LXXVI . WHAT hope is here for modern rhyme To him who turns a musing eye On songs , and deeds , and lives , that lie Foreshorten'd in the tract of time ? These mortal lullabies of pain May bind a book , may line a box , May ...
... towers ? LXXVI . WHAT hope is here for modern rhyme To him who turns a musing eye On songs , and deeds , and lives , that lie Foreshorten'd in the tract of time ? These mortal lullabies of pain May bind a book , may line a box , May ...
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Pagina 73 - RING out wild bells to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Pagina 5 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Pagina 181 - 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. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Pagina 43 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Pagina 3 - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust : Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die ; And thou hast made him : thou art just.
Pagina 182 - Then they rode back, but not Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well Came thro...
Pagina 160 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Pagina 141 - She is coming, my dove, my dear ; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, " She is near, she is near; And the white rose weeps, " She is late ; " The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;" And the lily whispers,
Pagina 180 - O WELL for him whose will is strong ! He suffers, but he will not suffer long ; He suffers, but he cannot suffer wrong : For him nor moves the loud world's random mock, Nor all Calamity's hugest waves confound, Who seems a promontory of rock, That, compass'd round with turbulent sound, In middle ocean meets the surging shock, Tempest-buffeted, citadel-crown'd. II. But ill for him who, bettering not with time, Corrupts the strength of heaven-descended Will, And ever weaker grows thro...
Pagina 140 - And the soul of the rose went into my blood, As the music clash'd in the hall; And long by the garden lake I stood, For I heard your rivulet fall From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood, Our wood, that is dearer than all ; From the meadow your walks have left so sweet That, whenever a March-wind sighs, He sets the jewel-print of your feet In violets blue as your eyes, To the woody hollows in which we meet And the valleys of Paradise.