Poems, כרך 2Edward Moxon, Dover Street., 1843 - 231 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 24
עמוד 16
... fair with orchard - lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea , Where I will heal me of my grievous wound . " So said he , and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink , like some full - breasted swan That , fluting a ...
... fair with orchard - lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea , Where I will heal me of my grievous wound . " So said he , and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink , like some full - breasted swan That , fluting a ...
עמוד 17
... die . " Then those that stood upon the hills behind Repeated- " Come again , and thrice as fair ; " And , further inland , voices echoed- " Come VOL . II . C With all good things , and war shall be no MORTE D'ARTHUR . 17.
... die . " Then those that stood upon the hills behind Repeated- " Come again , and thrice as fair ; " And , further inland , voices echoed- " Come VOL . II . C With all good things , and war shall be no MORTE D'ARTHUR . 17.
עמוד 26
... fair fingers cull'd , Were worth a hundred kisses press'd on lips Less exquisite than thine . " She look'd but all Suffused with blushes - neither self - possess'd Nor startled , but betwixt this mood and that , Divided in a graceful ...
... fair fingers cull'd , Were worth a hundred kisses press'd on lips Less exquisite than thine . " She look'd but all Suffused with blushes - neither self - possess'd Nor startled , but betwixt this mood and that , Divided in a graceful ...
עמוד 61
... fair seraphs . On the coals I lay , A vessel full of sin all hell beneath Made me boil over . : Devils pluck'd my sleeve ; Abaddon and Asmodeus caught at me . I smote them with the cross ; they swarm'd again . In bed like monstrous apes ...
... fair seraphs . On the coals I lay , A vessel full of sin all hell beneath Made me boil over . : Devils pluck'd my sleeve ; Abaddon and Asmodeus caught at me . I smote them with the cross ; they swarm'd again . In bed like monstrous apes ...
עמוד 70
... fair Was holden at the town ; Her father left his good arm - chair , And rode his hunter down . XXVII . " And with him Albert came on his . I look'd at him with joy : As cowslip unto oxlip is , So seems she to the boy . XXVIII . " An ...
... fair Was holden at the town ; Her father left his good arm - chair , And rode his hunter down . XXVII . " And with him Albert came on his . I look'd at him with joy : As cowslip unto oxlip is , So seems she to the boy . XXVIII . " An ...
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
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
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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!
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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...
עמוד 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...
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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...