The Poems of Alfred Tennyson, 1830-1863J.M. Dent & Company, 1907 - Всего страниц: 601 |
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... Unto the fearful summoning without : Nathless she ever clasps the marble knees , Bathes the cold hand with tears , and gazeth on Those eyes which wear no light but that wherewith Her phantasy informs them . Where are ye Thrones of the ...
... Unto the fearful summoning without : Nathless she ever clasps the marble knees , Bathes the cold hand with tears , and gazeth on Those eyes which wear no light but that wherewith Her phantasy informs them . Where are ye Thrones of the ...
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... unto me : and few there be So gross of heart who have not felt and known A higher than they see : They with dim eyes Behold me darkling . Lo ! I have given thee To understand my presence , and to feel My fullness ; I have fill'd thy ...
... unto me : and few there be So gross of heart who have not felt and known A higher than they see : They with dim eyes Behold me darkling . Lo ! I have given thee To understand my presence , and to feel My fullness ; I have fill'd thy ...
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... Unto all eyes , the time is well - nigh come When I must render up this glorious home To keen Discovery : soon yon brilliant towers Shall darken with the waving of her wand ; Darken , and shrink and shiver into huts , Black specks amid ...
... Unto all eyes , the time is well - nigh come When I must render up this glorious home To keen Discovery : soon yon brilliant towers Shall darken with the waving of her wand ; Darken , and shrink and shiver into huts , Black specks amid ...
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... unto its brother , The wheatears whisper to each other : What is it they say ? What do they there ? Why two and two make four ? Why round is not square ? Why the rock stands still , and the light clouds fly ? Why the heavy oak groans ...
... unto its brother , The wheatears whisper to each other : What is it they say ? What do they there ? Why two and two make four ? Why round is not square ? Why the rock stands still , and the light clouds fly ? Why the heavy oak groans ...
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... Unto the death , not sunk ! I know At matins and at evensong , That thou , if thou wert yet alive , In deep and daily prayers would'st strive To reconcile me with thy God . Albeit , my hope is gray , and cold 66 At heart , thou wouldest ...
... Unto the death , not sunk ! I know At matins and at evensong , That thou , if thou wert yet alive , In deep and daily prayers would'st strive To reconcile me with thy God . Albeit , my hope is gray , and cold 66 At heart , thou wouldest ...
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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.