Poems, Band 2

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Seite 108 - moon ; And like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. II. A land of streams ! some, like a downward smoke, Slowdropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go ; And some thro' wavering- lights and shadows broke, Kolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below. They saw the gleaming
Seite 15 - Sang Sir Launcelot. She left the web : she left the loom : She made three paces thro' the room : She saw the waterflower bloom : She saw the helmet and the plume : She looked down to Camelot. Out flew the web, and floated wide, The mirror cracked from side to side, " The curse is come upon me,
Seite 12 - And sometimes thro' the mirror blue, The knights come riding-, two and two. She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott. But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights : For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, came from
Seite 15 - bloom : She saw the helmet and the plume : She looked down to Camelot. Out flew the web, and floated wide, The mirror cracked from side to side, " The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott. PART THE FOURTH. In the stormy eastwind straining The pale-yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining,
Seite 109 - mountain clefts the dale Was seen far inland, and the yellow down Bordered with palm, and many a winding vale And meadow, set with slender galingale ; A land where all things always seemed the same I And round about the keel with faces pale, Dark faces pale against that rosy flame, The mildeyed melancholy Lotos-eaters came.
Seite 108 - This mounting' wave will roll us shoreward soon." In the afternoon they came unto a land, In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.
Seite 115 - the emeraldcoloured water falling Thro' many a wov'n acanthus-wreath divine ! Only to hear and see the far-off sparkling brine, Only to hear were sweet, stretched out beneath the pine. The Lotos blooms below the flowery peak: The Lotos blows by every winding creek : All day the wind breathes low with mellower tone
Seite 94 - be of all the year the maddest merriest day, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be NEWYEAR'S EVE. IF you're waking call me early, call me early, mother dear, For I would see the sun rise upon the glad Newyear. It is the last Newyear that I shall ever see, Then
Seite 97 - never see me more in the long gray fields at When from the dry dark wold the summer airs blow cool, On the oatgrass and the swordgrass, and the bulrush in the pool. Ye'll bury me, my mother, just beneath the hawthorn shade, And ye'll come sometimes and see me where I
Seite 115 - The Lotos blooms below the flowery peak: The Lotos blows by every winding creek : All day the wind breathes low with mellower tone : Thro' every hollow cave and alley lone Round and round the spicy downs the yellow Lotos dust is blown. We have had enough of

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