Poems, Volume 2Edward Moxon, Dover Street., 1843 - 231 pages |
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... night , with noises of the northern sea . So flash'd and fell the brand Excalibur : But ere he dipt the surface , rose an arm Clothed in white samite , mystic , wonderful , And caught him by the hilt , and brandish'd him Three times ...
... night , with noises of the northern sea . So flash'd and fell the brand Excalibur : But ere he dipt the surface , rose an arm Clothed in white samite , mystic , wonderful , And caught him by the hilt , and brandish'd him Three times ...
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... night in a waste land , where no one comes , Or hath come , since the making of the world . Then murmur'd Arthur , " Place me in the barge , " And to the barge they came . There those three Queens Put forth their hands , and took the ...
... night in a waste land , where no one comes , Or hath come , since the making of the world . Then murmur'd Arthur , " Place me in the barge , " And to the barge they came . There those three Queens Put forth their hands , and took the ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... night's gale had caught , And blown across the walk . One arm aloft- Gown'd in pure white , that fitted to the shape- Holding the bush , to fix it back , she stood . A single stream of all her soft brown hair Pour'd on one side the ...
... night's gale had caught , And blown across the walk . One arm aloft- Gown'd in pure white , that fitted to the shape- Holding the bush , to fix it back , she stood . A single stream of all her soft brown hair Pour'd on one side the ...
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... night I heard the watchmen peal The sliding season : all that night I heard The heavy clocks knolling the drowsy hours . The drowsy hours , dispensers of all good , O'er the mute city stole with folded wings , Distilling odours on me as ...
... night I heard the watchmen peal The sliding season : all that night I heard The heavy clocks knolling the drowsy hours . The drowsy hours , dispensers of all good , O'er the mute city stole with folded wings , Distilling odours on me as ...
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Alice the nurse answer'd beggar maid beneath betwixt blow bold Sir Bedivere bore breast breath cheek child Cophetua crag cubits dark dipt Dora dream earth Ellen Adair Eustace Excalibur eyes face fair fancy flower folded gate golden gone gray grew hand happy heard heart Heaven high dial hope hour King Arthur kiss kiss'd knees Lady Clare last embrace laugh'd light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Ronald mind moon moorland morn never night o'er pass'd passion QUEEN GUINEVERE replied rose round saints seem'd shade Simeon SIMEON STYLITES sleep slow light song soul sound spake speak stars stept summer sweet thee thine things thou art thought thousand summers thrice thro thy dreams touch'd truth turn'd unto vapour Vext village maid voice whisper wife wind wither'd words yonder
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Page 173 - MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Page 16 - 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 93 - In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast ; In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest ; In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove ; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Page 89 - 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.
Page 228 - 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 vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
Page 8 - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : ' I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
Page 176 - A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here. I muse on joy that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose...
Page 103 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be ; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales ; I leard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
Page 9 - This is a shameful thing for men to lie. Yet now, I charge thee, quickly go again As thou art lief and dear, and do the thing I bade thee, watch, and lightly bring me word.
Page 87 - IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole* Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me...