PoemsEdward Moxon, 1862 - 379 pages |
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answer'd beneath blow breast breath brow Camelot cheek cloud dark dead Dear mother Ida death deep dipt door Dora dream earth EDWIN MORRIS Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face faint fair fall floating flowers folds golden prime grave gray green hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hour King King Arthur kiss kiss'd Lady of Shalott land last embrace Let them rave light lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord measured words mermen mind moon morn never night o'er Oriana Queen roll'd rose round saw thro scorn seem'd shadow SIMEON STYLITES sing Sir Bedivere sleep slowly smile song soul sound spake speak spirit star stept striking clocks summer sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro turn'd unto Vere de Vere voice weary weep wild wind words yonder
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Page 200 - If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
Page 11 - The night is dreary, He cometh not,' she said; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
Page 378 - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.
Page 198 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
Page 193 - And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur...
Page 145 - Lo ! in the middle of the wood, The folded leaf is woo'd from out the bud With winds upon the branch, and there Grows green and broad, and takes no care, Sun-steep'd at noon, and in the moon Nightly dew-fed; and turning yellow Falls, and floats adown the air.
Page 271 - Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden 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.
Page 280 - Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
Page 191 - The sequel of to-day unsolders all The goodliest fellowship of famous knights Whereof this world holds record. Such a sleep They sleep—the men I loved. I think that we Shall never more, at any future time, Delight our souls with talk of knightly deeds, Walking about the gardens and the halls Of Camelot, as in the days that were. I perish by this people which I made,— Tho' Merlin sware that I should come again To rule once more; but, let what will be, be, I am so deeply smitten thro' the helm...
Page 129 - I know you, Clara Vere de Vere, You pine among your halls and towers : The languid light of your proud eyes Is wearied of the rolling hours. In glowing health, with boundless wealth, But sickening of a vague disease, You know so ill to deal with time, You needs must play such pranks as these. Clara, Clara Vere de Vere, If time be heavy on your hands, Are there no beggars at your gate, Nor any poor about your lands ? Oh ! teach the orphan-boy to read, Or teach the orphan-girl to sew, Pray Heaven for...