Poems of Alfred TennysonJ.E. Tilton and Company, 1866 - Всего страниц: 639 |
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... head ; Sweet lips whereon perpetually did reign The summer calm of golden charity , Were fixed shadows of thy fixed mood , Revered Isabel , the crown and head , The stately flower of female fortitude , Of perfect wifehood and pure ...
... head ; Sweet lips whereon perpetually did reign The summer calm of golden charity , Were fixed shadows of thy fixed mood , Revered Isabel , the crown and head , The stately flower of female fortitude , Of perfect wifehood and pure ...
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... head down a broad canal From the main river sluiced , where all The sloping of the moon - lit sward Was damask - work , and deep inlay Of braided blooms unmown , which crept Adown to where the water slept . A goodly place , a goodly ...
... head down a broad canal From the main river sluiced , where all The sloping of the moon - lit sward Was damask - work , and deep inlay Of braided blooms unmown , which crept Adown to where the water slept . A goodly place , a goodly ...
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... head From the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . Crocodiles wept tears for thee ; The woodbine and eglatere Drip sweeter dews than traitor's tear . Let them rave . Rain makes music in the tree O'er the green that folds thy ...
... head From the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . Crocodiles wept tears for thee ; The woodbine and eglatere Drip sweeter dews than traitor's tear . Let them rave . Rain makes music in the tree O'er the green that folds thy ...
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... floated down to Camelot : And as the boat - head wound along The willowy hills and fields among , They heard her singing her last song , The Lady of Shalott . Heard a carol , mournful , holy , Chanted loudly THE LADY OF SHALOTT . 37.
... floated down to Camelot : And as the boat - head wound along The willowy hills and fields among , They heard her singing her last song , The Lady of Shalott . Heard a carol , mournful , holy , Chanted loudly THE LADY OF SHALOTT . 37.
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... head From some odd corner of the brain . It haunted me , the morning long , With weary sameness in the rhymes , The phantom of a silent song , That went and came a thousand times . Then leapt a trout . In lazy mood I watch'd the little ...
... head From some odd corner of the brain . It haunted me , the morning long , With weary sameness in the rhymes , The phantom of a silent song , That went and came a thousand times . Then leapt a trout . In lazy mood I watch'd the little ...
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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,...