Enoch ArdenStrahan, 1869 - 178 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 17
... lost . And it would vex him even in his grave , If he could know his babes were running wild Like colts about the waste . So , Annie , now- Have we not known each other all our lives ? I do beseech you by the love you bear Him and his ...
... lost . And it would vex him even in his grave , If he could know his babes were running wild Like colts about the waste . So , Annie , now- Have we not known each other all our lives ? I do beseech you by the love you bear Him and his ...
الصفحة 20
... lost ; for Enoch seem'd to them Uncertain as a vision or a dream , Faint as a figure seen in early dawn Down at the far end of an avenue , Going we know not where and so ten years , Since Enoch left his hearth and native land , Fled ...
... lost ; for Enoch seem'd to them Uncertain as a vision or a dream , Faint as a figure seen in early dawn Down at the far end of an avenue , Going we know not where and so ten years , Since Enoch left his hearth and native land , Fled ...
الصفحة 22
... lost ' he said ' the ship was lost ! No more of that ! why should you kill yourself And make them orphans quite ? ' And Annie said ' I thought not of it : but — I know not why— Their voices make me feel so solitary . ' Then Philip ...
... lost ' he said ' the ship was lost ! No more of that ! why should you kill yourself And make them orphans quite ? ' And Annie said ' I thought not of it : but — I know not why— Their voices make me feel so solitary . ' Then Philip ...
الصفحة 39
... lost ' He , shaking his gray head pathetically , Repeated muttering ' cast away and lost ; ' Again in deeper inward whispers ' lost ! ' But Enoch yearn'd to see her face again ; ' If I might look on her sweet face again And know that ...
... lost ' He , shaking his gray head pathetically , Repeated muttering ' cast away and lost ; ' Again in deeper inward whispers ' lost ! ' But Enoch yearn'd to see her face again ; ' If I might look on her sweet face again And know that ...
الصفحة 80
... lost Nor greatly cared to lose , her hold on life . Last , some low fever ranging round to spy The weakness of a people or a house , Like flies that haunt a wound , or deer , or men , Or almost all that is , hurting the hurt- Save ...
... lost Nor greatly cared to lose , her hold on life . Last , some low fever ranging round to spy The weakness of a people or a house , Like flies that haunt a wound , or deer , or men , Or almost all that is , hurting the hurt- Save ...
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Annie Annie Lee Annie's answer'd ask'd Averill babe beän blessing bore break broke call'd Cámulodúne Catullus cave child cliffs cried dark dawn dead dear death dream Edith Enoch Arden Ev'n evermore eyes face father fear fire fixt flower follow'd forgive girl golden gone hand happy hear heard heart heaven Hosanna ILIAD indolent reviewers isle kiss'd knaws knew Leolin Let me fly light little birdie little wife living lonely look'd Lord meä Miriam Lane morn mother never night o'er once open'd peace Philip pity Ringlet rolling rose round sail SEA-KINGS seem'd ship of fools silent Sir Aylmer sleep slipt spoke Squoire stars Stept stood sweet tears thee thine things Thornaby thou thought thro thunder turn'd vext voice walk'd waste watch'd weep wept whot wife Willy woke woman wood wyvern yaäle
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الصفحة 1 - LONG lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red roofs about a narrow wharf In cluster; then a moulder'd church; and higher A long street climbs to one tall-tower'd mill; And high in heaven behind it a gray down With Danish barrows; and a hazelwood, By autumn nutters haunted, flourishes Green in a cuplike hollow of the down.
الصفحة 174 - Tower, as the deep-domed empyrean Rings to the roar of an angel onset — Me rather all that bowery loneliness, / The brooks of Eden mazily murmuring, And bloom profuse and cedar arches Charm, as a wanderer out in ocean, Where some refulgent sunset of India Streams o'er a rich ambrosial ocean isle, And crimson-hued the stately palmwoods Whisper in odorous heights of even.
الصفحة 2 - By autumn nutters haunted, flourishes Green in a cuplike hollow of the down. Here on this beach a hundred years ago, Three children of three houses, Annie Lee, The prettiest little damsel in the port...
الصفحة 164 - SEA-KINGS' daughter from over the sea, Alexandra ! Saxon and Norman and Dane are we, But all of us Danes in our welcome of thee, Alexandra ! Welcome her, thunders of fort and of fleet ! Welcome her, thundering cheer of the street ! Welcome her, all things youthful and sweet, Scatter the blossom under her feet ! Break, happy land, into earlier flowers ! Make music, O bird, in the new-budded bowers...
الصفحة 142 - The lucid outline forming round thee; saw The dim curls kindle into sunny rings; Changed with thy mystic change, and felt my blood Glow with the glow that slowly...
الصفحة 73 - In darkness, and above them roar'd the pine. So Leolin went ; and as we task ourselves To learn a language known but smatteringly In phrases here and there at random, toil'd Mastering the lawless science of our law, That codeless myriad of precedent, That wilderness of single instances, Thro' which a few, by wit or fortune led, May beat a pathway out to wealth and fame.
الصفحة 140 - Alas! for this gray shadow, once a man — So glorious in his beauty and thy choice, Who madest him thy chosen that he seem'd To his great heart none other than a God! I ask'd thee, "Give me immortality.
الصفحة 42 - Now when the dead man come to life beheld His wife, his wife no more, and saw the babe, Hers, yet not his, upon the father's knee, And all the warmth, the peace, the happiness. And his own children tall and beautiful, And him, that other, reigning in his place, Lord of his rights and of his children's love, Then he, tho...
الصفحة 41 - Philip, the slighted suitor of old times, Stout, rosy, with his babe across his knees; And o'er her second father stoopt a girl, A later but a loftier Annie Lee, Fair-hair'd and tall, and from...
الصفحة 142 - ... ever scare me with thy tears, And make me tremble lest a saying learnt, In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true? ' The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.