Poems, Narrative and LyricalW. D. Ticknor, 1844 - 216 pagina's |
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Pagina 35
... mute When I point with my sword East , west , north , and south , Shouting , ' There am I Lord ! ' Wold and waste , town and tower , Hill , valley , and stream , Trembling , bow to my sway In the fierce battle fray , When the star that ...
... mute When I point with my sword East , west , north , and south , Shouting , ' There am I Lord ! ' Wold and waste , town and tower , Hill , valley , and stream , Trembling , bow to my sway In the fierce battle fray , When the star that ...
Pagina 147
... The tongue of high - born dame , That never would defame , And was of scandal free As any mute could be ! Or suck the tintless cheek Of maiden mild and meek ; And when in revel rout They kick peeled skulls about The Witches' Joys,
... The tongue of high - born dame , That never would defame , And was of scandal free As any mute could be ! Or suck the tintless cheek Of maiden mild and meek ; And when in revel rout They kick peeled skulls about The Witches' Joys,
Pagina 153
... mute is every feathered breast That swelled with melody ! And yet bright bead - like eyes declare This hour is ecstasy . Heart forth ! as uncaged bird through air , And mingle in the tide . Of blessed things , that , lacking care , Now ...
... mute is every feathered breast That swelled with melody ! And yet bright bead - like eyes declare This hour is ecstasy . Heart forth ! as uncaged bird through air , And mingle in the tide . Of blessed things , that , lacking care , Now ...
Pagina 194
... mute , Mary , Thy step is sad and slow , The morn of gladness hath gone by Thou erst did know ; I , too , am changed like thee , and weep For very woe . Farewell ! It seems as ' t were but yesterday We were the happiest twain , When ...
... mute , Mary , Thy step is sad and slow , The morn of gladness hath gone by Thou erst did know ; I , too , am changed like thee , and weep For very woe . Farewell ! It seems as ' t were but yesterday We were the happiest twain , When ...
Pagina 205
... Mute , lady , mute ? I have no lute , Nor rebeck small To soothe thine ear with lay sincere , Or madrigal ; With helm on head and hand on spear , On thee I call ! Mute , lady , mute ! Mute , lady , mute To love's fond suit ? I'll not ...
... Mute , lady , mute ? I have no lute , Nor rebeck small To soothe thine ear with lay sincere , Or madrigal ; With helm on head and hand on spear , On thee I call ! Mute , lady , mute ! Mute , lady , mute To love's fond suit ? I'll not ...
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