The works of Alfred Tennyson, Том 3Strahan & Company, 1872 |
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... break the council up . " But when the council broke , I rose and past Thro ' the wild woods that hung about the town ; Found a still place , and pluck'd her likeness out ; Laid it on flowers , and watch'd it lying bathed In the green ...
... break the council up . " But when the council broke , I rose and past Thro ' the wild woods that hung about the town ; Found a still place , and pluck'd her likeness out ; Laid it on flowers , and watch'd it lying bathed In the green ...
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Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) What were those fancies ? wherefore break her troth ? Proud look'd the lips : but while I meditated A wind arose and rush'd upon the South , And shook the songs , the whispers , and the shrieks Of the wild ...
Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) What were those fancies ? wherefore break her troth ? Proud look'd the lips : but while I meditated A wind arose and rush'd upon the South , And shook the songs , the whispers , and the shrieks Of the wild ...
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... And kiss again with tears ! For when we came where lies the child We lost in other years , There above the little grave , O there above the little grave , We kiss'd again with tears . II . IT break of day the College Portress came.
... And kiss again with tears ! For when we came where lies the child We lost in other years , There above the little grave , O there above the little grave , We kiss'd again with tears . II . IT break of day the College Portress came.
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Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) II . IT break of day the College Portress came : She brought us Academic silks , in hue The lilac , with a silken hood to each , And zoned with gold ; and now when these were on , And we as rich as moths ...
Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) II . IT break of day the College Portress came : She brought us Academic silks , in hue The lilac , with a silken hood to each , And zoned with gold ; and now when these were on , And we as rich as moths ...
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... break my chain , to shake my mane : but thou , Modulate me , Soul of mincing mimicry ! Make liquid treble of that bassoon , my throat ; Abase those eyes that ever loved to meet Star - sisters answering under crescent brows ; Abate the ...
... break my chain , to shake my mane : but thou , Modulate me , Soul of mincing mimicry ! Make liquid treble of that bassoon , my throat ; Abase those eyes that ever loved to meet Star - sisters answering under crescent brows ; Abate the ...
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Стр. 198 - Then they rode back, but not, Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volley'd and thunder'd; Stormed at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell They that had fought so well Came thro...
Стр. 179 - ODE ON THE DEATH OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON. PUBLISHED IN 1852. N ODE ON THE DEATH OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON. URY the Great Duke With an empire's lamentation, Let us bury the Great Duke To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation, Mourning when their leaders fall, Warriors carry the warrior's pall, And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall.
Стр. 197 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd ; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd ; Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Стр. 74 - 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. 203 - SEA-KINGS' daughter from over the sea, Alexandra ! Saxon and Norman and Dane are we, But all of us Danes in our welcome of thee, Alexandra ! Welcome her, thunders of fort and of fleet ! Welcome her, thundering cheer of the street ! Welcome her, all things youthful and sweet, Scatter the blossom under her feet ! Break, happy land, into earlier flowers ! Make music, O bird, in the new-budded bowers...
Стр. 267 - He be not that which He seems? Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams? Earth, these solid stars, this weight of body and limb, Are they not sign and symbol of thy division from Him ? Dark is the world to thee; thyself art the reason why, For is He not all but thou, that hast power to feel "I am I...
Стр. 180 - Lead out the pageant : sad and slow, As fits an universal woe, Let the long long procession go, And let the sorrowing crowd about it grow, And let the mournful martial music blow ; The last great Englishman is low.
Стр. 101 - Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums, That beat to battle where he stands; Thy face across his fancy comes, And gives the battle to his hands : A moment, while the trumpets blow, He sees his brood about thy knee ; The next, like fire he meets the foe, And strikes him dead for thine and thee. So Lilia sang: we thought her halfpossess'd, She struck such warbling fury thro...
Стр. 196 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!" he said. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Стр. 162 - Nor find him dropt upon the firths of ice, That huddling slant in furrow-cloven falls To roll the torrent out of dusky doors : But follow ; let the torrent dance thee down To find him in the valley ; let the wild Lean-headed Eagles yelp alone...