Poems, Том 1Ticknor & Fields, 1868 - Всего страниц: 879 |
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... fear or joy is thine ? Who talketh with thee , Adeline ? For sure thou art not all alone : Do beating hearts of salient springs Keep measure with thine own ? Hast thou heard the butterflies What they say betwixt their wings ? Or in ...
... fear or joy is thine ? Who talketh with thee , Adeline ? For sure thou art not all alone : Do beating hearts of salient springs Keep measure with thine own ? Hast thou heard the butterflies What they say betwixt their wings ? Or in ...
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... fear , Shrill music reach'd them on the middle sea . Whither away , whither away , more . whither away ? fly no Whither away from the high green field , and the happy blossoming shore ? Day and night to the billow the fountain calls ...
... fear , Shrill music reach'd them on the middle sea . Whither away , whither away , more . whither away ? fly no Whither away from the high green field , and the happy blossoming shore ? Day and night to the billow the fountain calls ...
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... fear , All the knights at Camelot : But Lancelot mused a little space ; He said , " She has a lovely face ; God in his mercy lend her grace , The Lady of Shalott . " MARIANA IN THE SOUTH . TH one black shadow at its feet , WITH The ...
... fear , All the knights at Camelot : But Lancelot mused a little space ; He said , " She has a lovely face ; God in his mercy lend her grace , The Lady of Shalott . " MARIANA IN THE SOUTH . TH one black shadow at its feet , WITH The ...
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... fear , Floating thro ' an evening atmosphere , Grow golden all about the sky ; In thee all passion becomes passionless , Touch'd by thy spirit's mellowness , Losing his fire and active might In a silent meditation , Falling into a still ...
... fear , Floating thro ' an evening atmosphere , Grow golden all about the sky ; In thee all passion becomes passionless , Touch'd by thy spirit's mellowness , Losing his fire and active might In a silent meditation , Falling into a still ...
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... fear That I should die an early death : For love possess'd the atmosphere , And fill'd the breast with purer breath . My mother thought , What ails the boy ? For I was alter'd , and began To move about the house with joy , And with the ...
... fear That I should die an early death : For love possess'd the atmosphere , And fill'd the breast with purer breath . My mother thought , What ails the boy ? For I was alter'd , and began To move about the house with joy , And with the ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON Annie answer'd arms beneath betwixt blow breast breath brows call'd Camelot cheek child cloud Cyril dark dead dear death deep dipt Dora dream dropt earth Edwin Morris Enoch Enoch Arden Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fall'n father fear Florian flowers flying folds golden gray hand happy harken ere hath head hear heard heart Heaven hour king King Arthur kiss kiss'd knew Lady of Shalott land laugh'd light lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord maiden mind moon morn mother Ida move night o'er Oriana Philip Princess Princess Ida Queen roll'd rose round saw thro seem'd shadow Shalott silent Sir Bedivere sleep smile song soul spake speak spoke star stept stood summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro turn'd unto vext voice weary wild wind woman words yonder
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Стр. 154 - 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. 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 t For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Стр. 206 - As though to breathe were life ! Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains ; but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things, and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Стр. 343 - ... Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. "Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others ; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Стр. 341 - 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. 154 - The holy Elders with the gift of myrrh. But now the whole Round Table is dissolved Which was an image of the mighty world ; And I, the last, go forth companionless, And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
Стр. 207 - Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Стр. 216 - 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 ; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
Стр. 292 - HE clasps the crag with hooked hands : Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls ; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Стр. 150 - Then spoke King Arthur, breathing heavily: '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. 205 - Vext the dim sea. I am become a name; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known : cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments...