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... close mine eyes On all those rich presumptions , that reprieve The meanest life from dust and ashes ? How much on such dark ground a gleaming thread can do ! Lo ! Charles Tennyson Turner . THE VACANt Cage . OUR little bird in his full ...
... close mine eyes On all those rich presumptions , that reprieve The meanest life from dust and ashes ? How much on such dark ground a gleaming thread can do ! Lo ! Charles Tennyson Turner . THE VACANt Cage . OUR little bird in his full ...
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... close , her drooping state was propt . There , half in shadow of her soft gold curls , She leaned , and like a rose enriched with dew , Whose heart is heavy with the clinging bee , Bow'd down toward him all her glowing face , While in ...
... close , her drooping state was propt . There , half in shadow of her soft gold curls , She leaned , and like a rose enriched with dew , Whose heart is heavy with the clinging bee , Bow'd down toward him all her glowing face , While in ...
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... close and form the dreadful line . When all is still on Death's devoted soil , The march - worn soldier mingles for the toil ! As rings his glittering tube , he lifts on high The dauntless brow , the spirit - speaking eye , Hails in his ...
... close and form the dreadful line . When all is still on Death's devoted soil , The march - worn soldier mingles for the toil ! As rings his glittering tube , he lifts on high The dauntless brow , the spirit - speaking eye , Hails in his ...
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... Close , secluded , dim , The lettered scroll , the pillar slim , The armorial bearings on the wall , very air you breathe , are all Full of Church memories The And the old sanctities . THE BISHOP'S WALK . " And beautiful the gray old.
... Close , secluded , dim , The lettered scroll , the pillar slim , The armorial bearings on the wall , very air you breathe , are all Full of Church memories The And the old sanctities . THE BISHOP'S WALK . " And beautiful the gray old.
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... close at my foot , Frail , but a work divine , Made so fairily well With delicate spire and whorl How exquisitely minute , A miracle of design ! What is it ? a learned man Could give it a clumsy name . Let him name it who can , The ...
... close at my foot , Frail , but a work divine , Made so fairily well With delicate spire and whorl How exquisitely minute , A miracle of design ! What is it ? a learned man Could give it a clumsy name . Let him name it who can , The ...
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Annabel Lee beauty beneath BISHOP'S WALK blaze blue breath bright CAPTAIN PEN CAPTAIN SWORD Christina Rossetti CONQUEROR WORM dark dead DEATH AND SISYPHUS deep delight dreams DUINO earth Elizabeth Barrett Browning eyes face fear flowers GARDENER'S DAUGhter George Meredith gleam golden hand happy hath haunt hear heard heart heaven Heshemite hope isle kiss LAST MINSTREL leaves light lips lives look Lord Byron loud midst moon morning murmur never night NIGHTINGALE o'er pain PALACE OF ART pale PERSIAN'S STORY QUADROON Queen Guinevere Robert Browning rose round sand shadow shore sighs silent sing Sir Walter Scott SISYPHUS SKELETON IN ARMOUR sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood storm STORM-BELL sweet SWORD AND CAPTAIN tears Tennyson thee thine things thou thought thro trees voice Wakedi waves weary wild William Morris wind wings youth
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Page 166 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower ; Then Nature said : " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power, To kindle or restrain.
Page 130 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Page 94 - And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
Page 54 - And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee, So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea.
Page 143 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Page 53 - IT WAS many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Page 132 - Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Page 42 - twixt Now and Then ! This breathing house not built with hands, This body that does me grievous wrong, O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands, How lightly then it flashed along : — Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore, On winding lakes and rivers wide, That ask no aid of sail or oar, That fear no spite of wind or tide ! Nought cared this body for wind or weather When Youth and I lived in't together.
Page 130 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene...
Page 153 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise: Silent, upon a peak in Darien.