Lyrical PoemsMacmillan and Company, 1885 - 270 psl. |
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... MORN WITHOUT A SOUND ' ' TEARS OF THE WIDOWER , WHEN HE SEES ' IF ONE SHOULD BRING ME THIS REPORT ' " TIS WELL ; ' TIS SOMETHING ; WE MAY STAND ' THE DANUBE TO THE SEVERN GAVE ' ' WITH WEARY STEPS I LOITER ON ' ' PEACE ; COME AWAY : THE ...
... MORN WITHOUT A SOUND ' ' TEARS OF THE WIDOWER , WHEN HE SEES ' IF ONE SHOULD BRING ME THIS REPORT ' " TIS WELL ; ' TIS SOMETHING ; WE MAY STAND ' THE DANUBE TO THE SEVERN GAVE ' ' WITH WEARY STEPS I LOITER ON ' ' PEACE ; COME AWAY : THE ...
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... morning star of song , who made His music heard below ; Dan Chaucer , the first warbler , whose sweet breath Preluded those melodious bursts that fill The spacious times of great Elizabeth With sounds that echo still . And , for a while ...
... morning star of song , who made His music heard below ; Dan Chaucer , the first warbler , whose sweet breath Preluded those melodious bursts that fill The spacious times of great Elizabeth With sounds that echo still . And , for a while ...
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... morning star Shook in the stedfast blue . Enormous elm - tree - boles did stoop and lean Upon the dusky brushwood underneath Their broad curved branches , fledged with clearest ... morn had died , her journey done 4 A Dream of Fair Women.
... morning star Shook in the stedfast blue . Enormous elm - tree - boles did stoop and lean Upon the dusky brushwood underneath Their broad curved branches , fledged with clearest ... morn had died , her journey done 4 A Dream of Fair Women.
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson Francis Turner Palgrave. The dim red morn had died , her journey done , And with dead lips smiled at the twilight plain , Half - fall'n across the threshold of the sun , Never to rise again . There was no ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson Francis Turner Palgrave. The dim red morn had died , her journey done , And with dead lips smiled at the twilight plain , Half - fall'n across the threshold of the sun , Never to rise again . There was no ...
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... morning - star . Losing her carol I stood pensively , As one that from a casement leans his head , When midnight bells ... Morn broaden'd on the borders of the dark , Ere I saw her , who clasp'd in her last trance Her murder'd father's ...
... morning - star . Losing her carol I stood pensively , As one that from a casement leans his head , When midnight bells ... Morn broaden'd on the borders of the dark , Ere I saw her , who clasp'd in her last trance Her murder'd father's ...
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ALFRED AINGER Arthur Hallam beat beneath blood blow breast breath Camelot Clara Vere dark dead dear death deep dream dying earth Edition evermore eyes F. T. PALGRAVE fair fall Fcap flower FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE glory golden hand happy hear heard heart Heaven honour Isle kiss kiss'd Lady of Shalott land Lariano light lips little birdie live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Lucknow Lyrical MATTHEW ARNOLD Maud mind moon morn mother mysen never night o'er pain peace Poems proputty Queen R. W. CHURCH rest Ring Rizpah roll'd rose round sail'd Sally seem'd shadow shame shine silent sing sleep smile song soul sound spirit star summer sweet tears thee theer thine things thou thought thro turn'd unto Vere de Vere voice weänt weary weep wild wind yonder
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208 psl. - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd ; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well : Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.
157 psl. - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
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145 psl. - What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day ? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger. So she rests a little longer, Then she flies away. What does little baby say, In her bed at peep of day ? Baby says, like little birdie, Let me rise and fly away.
227 psl. - There rolls the deep where grew the tree. 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 goBut 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.
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160 psl. - He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
230 psl. - The time draws near the birth of Christ; The moon is hid, the night is still; A single church below the hill Is pealing, folded in the mist. A single peal of bells below, That wakens at this hour of rest A single murmur in the breast, That these are not the bells I know. Like strangers...
158 psl. - In love, if love be love, if love be ours, Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers : Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all. ' " It is the little rift within the lute, That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.