Poems, Zväzok 2Edward Moxon & Company, Dover Street, 1868 - 879 strán (strany) |
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Strana 312
... Gawain , rise , My nephew , and ride forth and find the knight . Wounded and wearied needs must he be near . I charge you that you get at once to horse . And , knights and kings , there breathes not one of you Will deem this prize of ...
... Gawain , rise , My nephew , and ride forth and find the knight . Wounded and wearied needs must he be near . I charge you that you get at once to horse . And , knights and kings , there breathes not one of you Will deem this prize of ...
Strana 313
... Gawain , surnamed The Courteous , fair and strong , And after Lancelot , Tristram , and Geraint And Lamorack , a good knight , but therewithal Sir Modred's brother , of a crafty house , Nor often loyal to his word , and now Wroth that ...
... Gawain , surnamed The Courteous , fair and strong , And after Lancelot , Tristram , and Geraint And Lamorack , a good knight , but therewithal Sir Modred's brother , of a crafty house , Nor often loyal to his word , and now Wroth that ...
Strana 315
... Gawain the while thro ' all the region round Rode with his diamond , wearied of the quest , Touch'd at all points , except the poplar grove , And came at last , tho ' late , to Astolat : Whom glittering in enamell'd arms the maid ...
... Gawain the while thro ' all the region round Rode with his diamond , wearied of the quest , Touch'd at all points , except the poplar grove , And came at last , tho ' late , to Astolat : Whom glittering in enamell'd arms the maid ...
Strana 316
... Gawain saw Sir Lancelot's azure lions , crown'd with gold , Ramp in the field , he smote his thigh , and mock'd ; ' Right was the King ! our Lancelot ! that true man ! ' ' And right was I , ' she answer'd merrily , ' I , Who dream'd my ...
... Gawain saw Sir Lancelot's azure lions , crown'd with gold , Ramp in the field , he smote his thigh , and mock'd ; ' Right was the King ! our Lancelot ! that true man ! ' ' And right was I , ' she answer'd merrily , ' I , Who dream'd my ...
Strana 328
... Gawain will wonder at me , And there the great Sir Lancelot muse at me ; Gawain , who bad a thousand farewells to me , Lancelot , who coldly went nor bad me one : And there the King will know me and my love , And there the Queen herself ...
... Gawain will wonder at me , And there the great Sir Lancelot muse at me ; Gawain , who bad a thousand farewells to me , Lancelot , who coldly went nor bad me one : And there the King will know me and my love , And there the Queen herself ...
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Strana 73 - 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.
Strana 5 - 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.
Strana 181 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!" he said. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Strana 43 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Strana 3 - 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.
Strana 182 - Then they rode back, but not Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well Came thro...
Strana 160 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Strana 141 - She is coming, my dove, my dear ; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, " She is near, she is near; And the white rose weeps, " She is late ; " The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;" And the lily whispers,
Strana 180 - O WELL for him whose will is strong ! He suffers, but he will not suffer long ; He suffers, but he cannot suffer wrong : For him nor moves the loud world's random mock, Nor all Calamity's hugest waves confound, Who seems a promontory of rock, That, compass'd round with turbulent sound, In middle ocean meets the surging shock, Tempest-buffeted, citadel-crown'd. II. But ill for him who, bettering not with time, Corrupts the strength of heaven-descended Will, And ever weaker grows thro...
Strana 140 - And the soul of the rose went into my blood, As the music clash'd in the hall; And long by the garden lake I stood, For I heard your rivulet fall From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood, Our wood, that is dearer than all ; From the meadow your walks have left so sweet That, whenever a March-wind sighs, He sets the jewel-print of your feet In violets blue as your eyes, To the woody hollows in which we meet And the valleys of Paradise.