Poems, Том 2Edward Moxon, Dover Street., 1843 - Всего страниц: 231 |
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... LADY CLARE · 195 THE LORD OF BURLEIGH · 201 SIR LAUNCELOT AND QUEEN GUINEVERE . 206 K PAGE A FAREWELL 209 THE BEGGAR MAID 211 THE vi CONTENTS .
... LADY CLARE · 195 THE LORD OF BURLEIGH · 201 SIR LAUNCELOT AND QUEEN GUINEVERE . 206 K PAGE A FAREWELL 209 THE BEGGAR MAID 211 THE vi CONTENTS .
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... when she was wed . " Then her people , softly treading , Bore to earth her body , drest In the dress that she was wed in , That her spirit might have rest . SIR LAUNCELOT & QUEEN GUINEVERE . a Fragment . LIKE THE LORD OF BURLEIGH . 205.
... when she was wed . " Then her people , softly treading , Bore to earth her body , drest In the dress that she was wed in , That her spirit might have rest . SIR LAUNCELOT & QUEEN GUINEVERE . a Fragment . LIKE THE LORD OF BURLEIGH . 205.
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... linden gather'd green From draughts of balmy air . Sometimes the linnet piped his song : Sometimes the throstle whistled strong : Sometimes the sparhawk , wheel'd along , SIR LAUNCELOT AND QUEEN GUINEVERE . Hush'd all the groves.
... linden gather'd green From draughts of balmy air . Sometimes the linnet piped his song : Sometimes the throstle whistled strong : Sometimes the sparhawk , wheel'd along , SIR LAUNCELOT AND QUEEN GUINEVERE . Hush'd all the groves.
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... some tinkling rivulet , On mosses thick with violet , Her cream - white mule his pastern set : 207 And now more fleet she skimm'd the plains 208 SIR LAUNCELOT AND QUEEN GUINEVERE . Than she whose SIR LAUNCELOT AND QUEEN GUINEVERE.
... some tinkling rivulet , On mosses thick with violet , Her cream - white mule his pastern set : 207 And now more fleet she skimm'd the plains 208 SIR LAUNCELOT AND QUEEN GUINEVERE . Than she whose SIR LAUNCELOT AND QUEEN GUINEVERE.
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Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) 208 SIR LAUNCELOT AND QUEEN GUINEVERE . Than she whose elfin prancer springs By night to eery warblings , When all the glimmering moorland rings With jingling bridle - reins . As she fled fast thro ' sun and ...
Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) 208 SIR LAUNCELOT AND QUEEN GUINEVERE . Than she whose elfin prancer springs By night to eery warblings , When all the glimmering moorland rings With jingling bridle - reins . As she fled fast thro ' sun and ...
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Alice the nurse answer'd beggar maid beneath betwixt blow bold Sir Bedivere bore breast breath cheek child Cophetua crag cubits dark dipt Dora dream earth Ellen Adair Eustace Excalibur eyes face fair fancy flower folded gate golden gone gray grew hand happy heard heart Heaven high dial hope hour King Arthur kiss kiss'd knees Lady Clare last embrace laugh'd light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Ronald mind moon moorland morn never night o'er pass'd passion QUEEN GUINEVERE replied rose round saints seem'd shade Simeon SIMEON STYLITES sleep slow light song soul sound spake speak stars stept summer sweet thee thine things thou art thought thousand summers thrice thro thy dreams touch'd truth turn'd unto vapour Vext village maid voice whisper wife wind wither'd words yonder
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Стр. 173 - MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Стр. 16 - If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
Стр. 93 - In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast ; In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest ; In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove ; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Стр. 89 - 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.
Стр. 228 - 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 vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
Стр. 8 - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : ' I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
Стр. 176 - A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here. I muse on joy that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose...
Стр. 103 - For 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 ; I leard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
Стр. 9 - This is a shameful thing for men to lie. Yet now, I charge thee, quickly go again As thou art lief and dear, and do the thing I bade thee, watch, and lightly bring me word.
Стр. 87 - IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole* Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me...