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... little hour with thought . Since youth and love Live with us ; take their rapture ; we shall feel No less , but more of , sympathy with grief . Smooth your sweet brow ; not death but life will rise To - morrow when the Sun pursues the ...
... little hour with thought . Since youth and love Live with us ; take their rapture ; we shall feel No less , but more of , sympathy with grief . Smooth your sweet brow ; not death but life will rise To - morrow when the Sun pursues the ...
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... little rancour lurks in me , and more , Because I liked your song until the end , I sentence you to sing another ... hour , And claim his daughter for himself alone , Raced up the mountain side and climbed along A flanking dyke which ...
... little rancour lurks in me , and more , Because I liked your song until the end , I sentence you to sing another ... hour , And claim his daughter for himself alone , Raced up the mountain side and climbed along A flanking dyke which ...
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... little hour of tender and noble love , And I am grateful for that , and she is with him above- Near us he lodged , and wrought at the loom a silken web , Steady , and clean , and young , a Frenchman , and gay in the ebb , And the flow ...
... little hour of tender and noble love , And I am grateful for that , and she is with him above- Near us he lodged , and wrought at the loom a silken web , Steady , and clean , and young , a Frenchman , and gay in the ebb , And the flow ...
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... hither brought ? ' I know not , for that silence has no speech , That Ocean has no shore- O faint - tongued ripple on the moonlit beach Mock me with hope no more ! DEATH My little hour of envied joy is past , BAVENO 221.
... hither brought ? ' I know not , for that silence has no speech , That Ocean has no shore- O faint - tongued ripple on the moonlit beach Mock me with hope no more ! DEATH My little hour of envied joy is past , BAVENO 221.
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Stopford Augustus Brooke. DEATH My little hour of envied joy is past , My Love is dead ; Deep in her grave my passionate arms hold fast Her wounded head ; O could I lie beside her - even there ' Twere better than this earth and living ...
Stopford Augustus Brooke. DEATH My little hour of envied joy is past , My Love is dead ; Deep in her grave my passionate arms hold fast Her wounded head ; O could I lie beside her - even there ' Twere better than this earth and living ...
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Angel songs Appian arms BAVENO beauty beneath bird blood breast child clouds cold cried dark dawn dead death deep Devon dream earth endless love evermore eyes Farewell fcap fell felt filled fire flame Flash fled flowers GLAUCON glen grass grave gray grew hand happy hear heard heart Heaven hills hour Huldra hushing sound Hylas king kiss knew land laughed leaped light lioness lips little hour live lonely looked love's lover midst moon morn mountain night night the moon nightingale o'er pain pale passion peace Poems rain rejoice rest restless heart rose round sang shine silent sing sleep smiled soft song sorrow soul stars Stockhorn stood storm stream sweet tempest-tost thee thine thou thought towers Of love trembling Venice voice wandering warm watched waters waves weary wild wind winter's heart woman woods
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Page 181 - A LITTLE sun, a little rain, A soft wind blowing from the west — • And woods and fields are sweet again, And warmth within the mountain's breast. So simple is the earth we tread, So quick with love and life her frame: Ten thousand years have dawned and fled, And still her magic is the same. A little love, a little trust, A soft impulse, a sudden dream — And life as dry as desert dust Is fresher than a mountain stream. So simple is the heart of man, So ready for new hope and joy: Ten thousand...
Page 252 - BECKET. 6s. TIRESIAS : and other Poems. 6s. LOCKSLEY HALL SIXTY YEARS AFTER, etc. 6s. DEMETER : and other Poems. 6s. The Royal Edition. I vol. 8vo. i6^. THE TENNYSON BIRTHDAY BOOK. Edit. by EMILY SHAKESPEAR. i8mo.
Page 161 - And she longed for him more than a wounded man, Who sees death, longs for water. They sent a message each to each : " Oh, meet me near or far ; " And the ford divided the kingdoms two, And the kings were both at war. And the Prince came first to the water's pass, And oh, he thought no ill : When he saw with pain a great gray man Come striding o'er the hill.
Page 87 - Ere we go home We'll have,' they said, 'a game.' Three girls began that Summer night A life of endless shame ; And went through drink, disease and death, As swift as racing flame. Lawless and homeless, foul, they died ; Rich, loved, and praised the men ; But when they all shall meet with God, And Justice speaks — what then...
Page 163 - Ulster a tablet made From the wood of Baile's tree, And the men of Leinster did the like Of Aillinn's apple-tree. And on the one the poets wrote The lover-tales of Leinster, And on the other all the deeds That lovers wrought in Ulster. Now when a hundred years had gone The King of all the land Kept feast at Tara, and he bade His poets sing a strand. They sang the sweet unhappy tale, The noble Aillinn's lay. Go, bring the tablets,' cried the King,
Page 252 - BALLADS : and other Poems. 5s. HAROLD : A Drama. 6s. QUEEN MARY : A Drama. 6s. THE CUP, and THE FALCON. 5s. BECKET. 6s. TIRESIAS : and other Poems. 6s. LOCKSLEY HALL SIXTY YEARS AFTER, etc.
Page 164 - Go, bring the tablets,' cried the King ' For I have wept to-day.' But when he held in his right hand The wood of I'.aile's tree And in his left the tablet smooth From Aillinn's apple-tree, The lovers in the wood who kept Love-longing ever true, Knew one another, and at once From the hands of the king they flew. As ivy to the oak they clung. Their kiss no man could sever — Oh, joy for lovers parted long To meet, at last, for ever...
Page 189 - Lines IN the day the sun is darkened, And the moon as blood, And the earth is swept to ruin On the avenging flood, Come to me— Then give thyself To my arms and kiss; We shall not know that all is lost, So great shall be our bliss.
Page 163 - ... loving thee." Pale, pale she grew, and two large tears Dropped down like heavy rain, And she fell to earth with a woeful cry, For she broke her heart in twain. And out of her tears two fountains rose That watered all the ground, And out of her heart an apple-tree grew That heard the water's sound. Oh, woe were the kings, and woe were the queens And woe were the people all ; And the poets sang their love and their death In cottage and in hall. And the men of Ulster a tablet made From the wood...
Page 252 - JACK AND THE BEAN-STALK. English Hexameters by the Honourable HALLAM TENNYSON. With 40 Illustrations by RANDOLPH CALDECOTT. Fcp.