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... Touch'd by thy spirit's mellowness , Losing his fire and active might In a silent meditation , Falling into a still delight , And luxury of contemplation : As waves that up a quiet cove Rolling slide , and lying still Shadow forth the ...
... Touch'd by thy spirit's mellowness , Losing his fire and active might In a silent meditation , Falling into a still delight , And luxury of contemplation : As waves that up a quiet cove Rolling slide , and lying still Shadow forth the ...
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... Adeline . Your hair is darker , and your eyes Touch'd with a somewhat darker hue , And less aërially blue , But ever trembling thro ' the dew Of dainty - woeful sympathies . O sweet pale Margaret , O rare pale Margaret , 206 MARGARET .
... Adeline . Your hair is darker , and your eyes Touch'd with a somewhat darker hue , And less aërially blue , But ever trembling thro ' the dew Of dainty - woeful sympathies . O sweet pale Margaret , O rare pale Margaret , 206 MARGARET .
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... touch'd a foot , that might have danced The greensward into greener circles , dipt , And mix'd with shadows of the common ground ! But the full day dwelt on her brows , and sunn'd Her violet eyes , and all her Hebe - bloom , And doubled ...
... touch'd a foot , that might have danced The greensward into greener circles , dipt , And mix'd with shadows of the common ground ! But the full day dwelt on her brows , and sunn'd Her violet eyes , and all her Hebe - bloom , And doubled ...
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... touch'd with some new grace Or seem'd to touch her , so that day by day , Like one that never can be wholly known , Her beauty grew ; till Autumn brought an hour For Eustace , when I heard his deep " I will , " Breathed , like the ...
... touch'd with some new grace Or seem'd to touch her , so that day by day , Like one that never can be wholly known , Her beauty grew ; till Autumn brought an hour For Eustace , when I heard his deep " I will , " Breathed , like the ...
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... touch'd upon the game , how scarce it was This season ; glancing thence , discuss'd the farm , The fourfield system , and the price of grain ; And struck upon the corn - laws , where we split , And came again together on the king With ...
... touch'd upon the game , how scarce it was This season ; glancing thence , discuss'd the farm , The fourfield system , and the price of grain ; And struck upon the corn - laws , where we split , And came again together on the king With ...
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answer'd beneath betwixt blow breast breath brow Camelot cheek child cloud Cophetua dark dead dear death deep dipt Dora dream earth evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fall flowers folded garden golden prime gray hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart heaven high dial hour iris changes king King Arthur kiss kiss'd Lady Clare Lady of Shalott land Let them rave light lips live Locksley Hall long day wanes look look'd mind moon morn mother Ida never night o'er Oriana Queen rose round scorn seem'd shade shadow shining SIMEON STYLITES Sir Bedivere sleep smile song soul sound spake speak spirit stars stept summer sweet Sweet Emma tears thee thine things Thou art thought thro thy dreams touch'd tree truth turn'd unto Vext voice weary weeping whisper wife wild wind words yonder
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70 psl. - There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine...
155 psl. - A land of streams ! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go ; And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below. They saw the gleaming river seaward flow From the inner land : far off, three mountain-tops, Three silent pinnacles of aged snow, Stood sunset-flush'd : and, dew'd with showery drops, Up-clomb the shadowy pine above the woven copse. The charmed sunset linger'd low adown In the red West : thro...
66 psl. - Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of ShalotL Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right The leaves upon her falling light Thro...
160 psl. - All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil ? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave ? All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence, ripen, fall and cease : Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease ! 5.
84 psl. - 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; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
10 psl. - WHEN cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground, And the far-off stream is dumb, And the whirring sail goes round, And the whirring sail goes round ; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits.
65 psl. - She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces thro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide ; The mirror crack'd from side to side ; ' The curse is come upon me,
89 psl. - I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race. Iron-jointed, supple-sinew'd, they shall dive, and they shall run, Catch the wild goat by the hair, and hurl their lances in the sun; Whistle back the parrot's call, and leap the rainbows of the brooks, Not with blinded eyesight poring over miserable books Fool, again the dream, the fancy!
191 psl. - But though his eyes are waxing dim, And though his foes speak ill of him, He was a friend to me. Old year, you shall not die ; We did so laugh and cry with you, I've half a mind to die with you, Old year, if you must die.
158 psl. - And thro' the mountain-walls A rolling organ-harmony Swells up, and shakes and falls. Then move the trees, the copses nod, Wings flutter, voices hover clear : " O just and faithful knight of God ! Ride on ! the prize is near.