The Poems of Alfred Tennyson, 1830-1863J.M. Dent & Company, 1907 - Всего страниц: 601 |
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... come , which is still their highest mark in art - the " Morte D'Arthur . " Its conclusion especially is charged with a personal emotion , or so one imagines it to be - remembering that it was in fact first shaped and named in the years ...
... come , which is still their highest mark in art - the " Morte D'Arthur . " Its conclusion especially is charged with a personal emotion , or so one imagines it to be - remembering that it was in fact first shaped and named in the years ...
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... Comes o'er me , and it may be I entwine The indecision of my present mind With it's past clearness , yet it seems to me As even then the torrent of quick thought Absorbed me from the nature of itself With it's own Timbuctoo 7 Lilian ...
... Comes o'er me , and it may be I entwine The indecision of my present mind With it's past clearness , yet it seems to me As even then the torrent of quick thought Absorbed me from the nature of itself With it's own Timbuctoo 7 Lilian ...
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... Come forth I charge thee , arise , Thou of the many tongues , the myriad eyes ! Thou comest not with shows of flaunting vines Unto mine inner eye , Divinest Memory ! Thou wert not nursed by the waterfall Which ever sounds and shines A ...
... Come forth I charge thee , arise , Thou of the many tongues , the myriad eyes ! Thou comest not with shows of flaunting vines Unto mine inner eye , Divinest Memory ! Thou wert not nursed by the waterfall Which ever sounds and shines A ...
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... come not anear ; All the place is holy ground ; Hollow smile and frozen sneer Come not here . Holy water will I pour Into every spicy flower Of the laurel - shrubs that hedge it around . The flowers would faint at your cruel cheer . In ...
... come not anear ; All the place is holy ground ; Hollow smile and frozen sneer Come not here . Holy water will I pour Into every spicy flower Of the laurel - shrubs that hedge it around . The flowers would faint at your cruel cheer . In ...
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... come never more , For all things must die . XXXIII HERO TO LEANDER Oн go not yet , my love , The night is dark and vast ; The white moon is hid in her heaven above , And the waves climb high and fast . Oh ! kiss me , kiss me , once ...
... come never more , For all things must die . XXXIII HERO TO LEANDER Oн go not yet , my love , The night is dark and vast ; The white moon is hid in her heaven above , And the waves climb high and fast . Oh ! kiss me , kiss me , once ...
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Стр. 378 - The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Стр. 195 - I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales ; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
Стр. 73 - Tirra lirra,' by the river Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces thro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide ; The mirror crack'd from side to side; 'The curse is come upon me,
Стр. 188 - A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees Subdue them to the useful and the good. Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere Of common duties, decent not to fail In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed...
Стр. 378 - O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
Стр. 253 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows: I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever...
Стр. 297 - That not a worm is cloven in vain ; That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivell'd in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring.
Стр. 188 - Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down; It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Стр. 74 - Thro' the noises of the night She 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, chanted lowly, Till her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were...
Стр. 115 - And deep-asleep he seem'd, yet all awake, And music in his ears his beating heart did make. They sat them down upon the yellow sand, Between the sun and moon upon the shore ; And sweet it was to dream of Fatherland, Of child, and wife, and slave ; but evermore Most weary seem'd the sea, weary the oar, Weary the wandering fields of barren foam. Then some one said, ' We will return no more ;' And all at once they sang, ' Our island home Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam.