PoemsLongman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1853 - 248 páginas |
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... breast heav'd ; his lips foam'd ; and twice his voice Was chok'd with rage : at last these words broke way : " Girl ! nimble with thy feet , not with thy hands ! Curl'd minion , dancer , coiner of sweet words ! Fight ; let me hear thy ...
... breast heav'd ; his lips foam'd ; and twice his voice Was chok'd with rage : at last these words broke way : " Girl ! nimble with thy feet , not with thy hands ! Curl'd minion , dancer , coiner of sweet words ! Fight ; let me hear thy ...
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... breast , his heavy mailed hand , That the hard iron corslet clank'd aloud : And to his heart he press'd the other hand , And in a hollow voice he spake , and said : " Sohrab , that were a proof which could not 38 SOHRAB AND RUSTUM .
... breast , his heavy mailed hand , That the hard iron corslet clank'd aloud : And to his heart he press'd the other hand , And in a hollow voice he spake , and said : " Sohrab , that were a proof which could not 38 SOHRAB AND RUSTUM .
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... breast , And his sobs chok'd him ; and he clutch'd his sword , To draw it , and for ever let life out . But Sohrab saw his thought , and held his hands , And with a soothing voice he spoke , and said : - " Father , forbear : for I but ...
... breast , And his sobs chok'd him ; and he clutch'd his sword , To draw it , and for ever let life out . But Sohrab saw his thought , and held his hands , And with a soothing voice he spoke , and said : - " Father , forbear : for I but ...
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... breast That will never let him rest . These musing fits in the green wood They cloud the brain , they dull the blood . His sword is sharp - his horse is good- Beyond the mountains will he see The famous towns of Italy , And label with ...
... breast That will never let him rest . These musing fits in the green wood They cloud the brain , they dull the blood . His sword is sharp - his horse is good- Beyond the mountains will he see The famous towns of Italy , And label with ...
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... breast Dances as the trumpets blow , If one's own heart beats not light On the waves of the toss'd fight , If oneself cannot get free From the clog of misery ? Thy lovely youthful Wife grows pale Watching by the salt sea tide With her ...
... breast Dances as the trumpets blow , If one's own heart beats not light On the waves of the toss'd fight , If oneself cannot get free From the clog of misery ? Thy lovely youthful Wife grows pale Watching by the salt sea tide With her ...
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Página 161 - THE FORSAKEN MERMAN Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great winds shoreward blow, Now the salt tides seaward flow; Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray. Children dear, let us away! This way, this way! Call her once before you go — Call once yet! In a voice that she will know: "Margaret! Margaret!
Página 220 - OTHERS abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask — Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill, Who to the stars uncrowns his majesty, Planting his steadfast footsteps in the sea, Making the heaven of heavens his dwelling-place, Spares but the cloudy border of his base To the...
Página 166 - For the priest, and the bell, and the holy well— For the wheel where I spun, And the blessed light of the sun!
Página 211 - For early didst thou leave the world, with powers Fresh, undiverted to the world without, Firm to their mark, not spent on other things; Free from the sick fatigue, the languid doubt, Which much to have tried, in much been baffled, brings.
Página 230 - WE cannot kindle when we will The fire that in the heart resides, The spirit bloweth and is still, In mystery our soul abides : But tasks in hours of insight will'd Can be through hours of gloom fulfill'd.
Página 168 - On the blanched sands a gloom ; Up the still, glistening beaches, Up the creeks we will hie, Over banks of bright sea-weed The ebb-tide leaves dry.
Página 215 - And snatch'd his rudder, and shook out more sail, And day and night held on indignantly O'er the blue Midland waters with the gale...
Página x - Those, certainly, which most powerfully appeal to the great primary human affections : to those elementary feelings which subsist permanently in the race, and which are independent of time.
Página 47 - Flow'd with the stream ; — all down his cold white side The crimson torrent ran, dim now and soil'd...
Página 38 - And he desired to draw forth the steel, And let the blood flow free, and so to die — But first he would convince his stubborn foe ; And, rising sternly on one arm, he said : — * Man, who art thou who dost deny my words ? Truth sits upon the lips of dying men, And falsehood, while I lived, was far from mine.