Poems of Alfred TennysonJ.E. Tilton and Company, 1866 - Всего страниц: 639 |
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... J. M. K. THE LADY OF SHALOTT MARIANA IN THE SOUTH ELEANORE THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER FATIMA 2 4 6 7 9 9 14 17 18 19 20 22 23 24 26 27 30 31 33 * 28 *** * 8548 = 288 = 38 39 41 THE DAY DREAM : - MORAL 185 L'ENVOI EPILOGUE AMPHION.
... J. M. K. THE LADY OF SHALOTT MARIANA IN THE SOUTH ELEANORE THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER FATIMA 2 4 6 7 9 9 14 17 18 19 20 22 23 24 26 27 30 31 33 * 28 *** * 8548 = 288 = 38 39 41 THE DAY DREAM : - MORAL 185 L'ENVOI EPILOGUE AMPHION.
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... DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN MARGARET THE BLACKBIRD THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR 54 61 62 62 72 74 78 80 96 97 3 5 8 8 2 * R R 8 285 TO J. S. 98 YOU ASK ME , WHY , THO ' ILL AT EASE 100 OF OLD SAT FREEDOM ON THE HEIGHTS 101 LOVE THOU THY LAND ...
... DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN MARGARET THE BLACKBIRD THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR 54 61 62 62 72 74 78 80 96 97 3 5 8 8 2 * R R 8 285 TO J. S. 98 YOU ASK ME , WHY , THO ' ILL AT EASE 100 OF OLD SAT FREEDOM ON THE HEIGHTS 101 LOVE THOU THY LAND ...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. THE DAY DREAM : - MORAL 185 L'ENVOI EPILOGUE AMPHION ST . AGNES ' EVE SIR GALAHAD ... DREAMS . THE GRANDMOTHER NORTHERN CONTENTS . VII.
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. THE DAY DREAM : - MORAL 185 L'ENVOI EPILOGUE AMPHION ST . AGNES ' EVE SIR GALAHAD ... DREAMS . THE GRANDMOTHER NORTHERN CONTENTS . VII.
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... Dreaming , she knew it was a dream : She felt he was and was not there . She woke the babble of the stream Fell , and , without , the steady glare Shrank one sick willow sear and small . The river - bed was dusty - white ; And all the ...
... Dreaming , she knew it was a dream : She felt he was and was not there . She woke the babble of the stream Fell , and , without , the steady glare Shrank one sick willow sear and small . The river - bed was dusty - white ; And all the ...
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... dream'd that pleasant dream - Still hither thither idly sway'd Like those long mosses in the stream . Or from the bridge I lean'd to hear The milldam rushing down with noise , And see the minnows everywhere In crystal eddies glance and ...
... dream'd that pleasant dream - Still hither thither idly sway'd Like those long mosses in the stream . Or from the bridge I lean'd to hear The milldam rushing down with noise , And see the minnows everywhere In crystal eddies glance and ...
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The Poems of Alfred Tennyson: Poet-laureate of England Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson Полный просмотр - 1865 |
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Стр. 319 - Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind. Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife ; Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws. Ring out the want, the care, the sin, The faithless coldness of the times ; Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, But ring the fuller minstrel in. Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring...
Стр. 91 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Стр. 371 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow.
Стр. 180 - BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still...
Стр. 91 - So flash'd and fell the brand Excalibur: But ere he dipt the surface, rose an arm Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, And caught him by the hilt, and brandish'd him Three times, and drew him under in the mere.
Стр. 209 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. " Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail. That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Стр. 127 - Myself not least, but honor'd of them all; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Стр. 371 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Стр. 128 - Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends...
Стр. 201 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep,...