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... hand in thine . It may be my lord is weary , that his brain is over - wrought : Soothe him with thy finer fancies , touch him with thy lighter thought . He will answer to the purpose , easy things to understand— Better thou wert dead ...
... hand in thine . It may be my lord is weary , that his brain is over - wrought : Soothe him with thy finer fancies , touch him with thy lighter thought . He will answer to the purpose , easy things to understand— Better thou wert dead ...
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... hand shall pass before thee , pointing to his drunken sleep , To thy widow'd marriage - pillows , to the tears that thou wilt weep . Thou shalt hear the " Never , never , " whisper'd by the phan- tom years , And a song from out the ...
... hand shall pass before thee , pointing to his drunken sleep , To thy widow'd marriage - pillows , to the tears that thou wilt weep . Thou shalt hear the " Never , never , " whisper'd by the phan- tom years , And a song from out the ...
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... hand against the hilt , Would pace the troubled land , like Peace ; Not less , tho ' dogs of Faction bay , Would serve his kind in deed and word , Certain , if knowledge bring the sword , That knowledge takes the sword away- Would love ...
... hand against the hilt , Would pace the troubled land , like Peace ; Not less , tho ' dogs of Faction bay , Would serve his kind in deed and word , Certain , if knowledge bring the sword , That knowledge takes the sword away- Would love ...
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... hands . How sweet are looks that ladies bend On whom their favors fall ! For them I battle till the end , To save from ... hand in mine . More bounteous aspects on me beam , Me mightier transports move and thrill ; So keep I fair thro ...
... hands . How sweet are looks that ladies bend On whom their favors fall ! For them I battle till the end , To save from ... hand in mine . More bounteous aspects on me beam , Me mightier transports move and thrill ; So keep I fair thro ...
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... , stricken by an angel's hand , This mortal armor that I wear , This weight and size , this heart and eyes , Are touch'd , are turn'd to finest air . The clouds are broken in the sky , And thro ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON 1037.
... , stricken by an angel's hand , This mortal armor that I wear , This weight and size , this heart and eyes , Are touch'd , are turn'd to finest air . The clouds are broken in the sky , And thro ALFRED , LORD TENNYSON 1037.
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Acadian ANNABEL LEE arms beat beauty bells beneath bird blow breast breath Camelot chee cheek cloud dark dead dear death deep door dream earth Evangeline evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fear feet flowers friends gleaming golden gone Grand-Pré grave hand hath HC-Vol head hear heard heart heaven Itylus Ivy green King King Arthur Lady of Shalott land laugh leaves light lips live Locksley Hall look Lord maiden Maud meadows moon morning never night o'er prayer Quoth the Raven rain Ravelston rest RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES ride rose round sail shadow shining ships shore sigh silent sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood strong sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro unto Vext village voice wandering wave weary whisper wild wind word youth
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Page 1268 - thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, , In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright. 752
Page 1293 - On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die, and leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee. THE
Page 1497 - O shores, and ring O bells ! But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. 821 WHEN LILACS LAST IN THE DOCKYARD BLOOM'D I WHEN lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, I
Page 1022 - my mind is clouded with a doubt) To the island-valley of Avilion; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where
Page 993 - THE LADY OF SHALOTT PAST I ON either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road runs hy To many-tower'd Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies
Page 1000 - DEAD HOME they brought her warrior dead: She nor swooned, nor uttered cry: All her maidens, watching, said, ' She must weep or she will die.' Then they praised him, soft and low, Called him worthy to be loved, Truest friend and noblest foe; Yet she neither spoke nor moved. Stole a maiden from
Page 1343 - THE CHILDREN'S HOUR BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet,
Page 1249 - That»dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. Then star nor sun shall waken, Nor any change of light : Nor sound of waters shaken, Nor any sound or sight: Nor wintry leaves nor vernal, Nor days nor things diurnal;
Page 1483 - WALT WHITMAN [1819-1892] ONE'S-SELF I SING ONE'S-SELF I sing, a simple separate person, Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse. Of physiology from top to toe I sing, Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power, Cheerful, for freest action
Page 1035 - BRIGADE HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. 1 " Forward the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!" Was there a man dismay'd? Not tho' the soldier knew Some one had blunder'd.