In Memoriam, The Princess, and MaudMethuen & Company, 1902 - 335 psl. |
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... talk'd Of men and minds , the dust of change , The days that grow to something strange , In walking as of old we walk'd Beside the river's wooded reach , 15 5 10 The fortress , and the mountain ridge , The cataract flashing from the ...
... talk'd Of men and minds , the dust of change , The days that grow to something strange , In walking as of old we walk'd Beside the river's wooded reach , 15 5 10 The fortress , and the mountain ridge , The cataract flashing from the ...
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... talk'd : the stream beneath us ran , The wine - flask lying couch'd in moss , Or cool'd within the glooming wave ; And last , returning from afar , Before the crimson - circled star Had fall'n into her father's grave , LXXXIX 30. The ...
... talk'd : the stream beneath us ran , The wine - flask lying couch'd in moss , Or cool'd within the glooming wave ; And last , returning from afar , Before the crimson - circled star Had fall'n into her father's grave , LXXXIX 30. The ...
106 psl.
... talk'd with rocks and trees ; He finds on misty mountain - ground His own vast shadow glory - crown'd ; He sees himself in all he sees . Two partners of a married life- I look'd on these and thought of thee In vastness and in mystery ...
... talk'd with rocks and trees ; He finds on misty mountain - ground His own vast shadow glory - crown'd ; He sees himself in all he sees . Two partners of a married life- I look'd on these and thought of thee In vastness and in mystery ...
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... talk'd , above their heads I saw The feudal warrior lady - clad ; which brought My book to mind : and opening this I read Of old Sir Ralph a page or two that rang With tilt and tourney ; then the tale of her 120 That drove her foes with ...
... talk'd , above their heads I saw The feudal warrior lady - clad ; which brought My book to mind : and opening this I read Of old Sir Ralph a page or two that rang With tilt and tourney ; then the tale of her 120 That drove her foes with ...
163 psl.
... talk'd At wine , in clubs , of art , of politics ; They lost their weeks ; they vext the souls of deans ; They rode ; they betted ; made a hundred friends , And caught the blossom of the flying terms , But miss'd the mignonette of ...
... talk'd At wine , in clubs , of art , of politics ; They lost their weeks ; they vext the souls of deans ; They rode ; they betted ; made a hundred friends , And caught the blossom of the flying terms , But miss'd the mignonette of ...
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198 psl. - Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
22 psl. - We have but faith: we cannot know, For knowledge is of things we see; And yet we trust it comes from thee, A beam in darkness: let it grow. > Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
115 psl. - Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have ofttimes no connection. Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
24 psl. - 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.
123 psl. - O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go. But in my spirit will I dwell, And dream my dream, and hold it true; For tho' my lips may breathe adieu, I cannot think the thing farewell.
200 psl. - O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South, Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves, And tell her, tell her, what I tell to thee. 'O tell her, Swallow, thou that knowest each, That bright and fierce and fickle is the South, And dark and true and tender is the North.
249 psl. - Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font : The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.
108 psl. - 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.
21 psl. - 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.
198 psl. - 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.