The works of Alfred Tennyson, Том 3Strahan & Company, 1872 |
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... Death of the Duke of Wellington . • The Third of February , 1852 The Charge of the Light Brigade 177 193 • 196 Ode sung at the Opening of the International Exhi- bition . A Welcome to Alexandra . The Grandmother Northern Farmer . Old ...
... Death of the Duke of Wellington . • The Third of February , 1852 The Charge of the Light Brigade 177 193 • 196 Ode sung at the Opening of the International Exhi- bition . A Welcome to Alexandra . The Grandmother Northern Farmer . Old ...
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... death , But now when all was lost or seem'd as lost— Her stature more than mortal in the burst Of sunrise , her arm lifted , eyes on fire— Brake with a blast of trumpets from the gate , And , falling on them like a thunderbolt , She ...
... death , But now when all was lost or seem'd as lost— Her stature more than mortal in the burst Of sunrise , her arm lifted , eyes on fire— Brake with a blast of trumpets from the gate , And , falling on them like a thunderbolt , She ...
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... death For any male thing but to peep at us . " Petulant she spoke , and at herself she laugh'd ; A rosebud set with little wilful thorns , And sweet as English air could make her , she : But Walter hail'd a score of names upon her , And ...
... death For any male thing but to peep at us . " Petulant she spoke , and at herself she laugh'd ; A rosebud set with little wilful thorns , And sweet as English air could make her , she : But Walter hail'd a score of names upon her , And ...
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... , And show'd the late - writ letters of the king . He with a long low sibilation , stared As blank as death in marble ; then exclaim'd Averring it was clear against all rules For any man to go : but as his brain A MEDLEY . 23.
... , And show'd the late - writ letters of the king . He with a long low sibilation , stared As blank as death in marble ; then exclaim'd Averring it was clear against all rules For any man to go : but as his brain A MEDLEY . 23.
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... DEATH ? " " And if I had " he answer'd " who could think The softer Adams of your Academe , O sister , Sirens tho ' they be , were such As chanted on the blanching bones of men ? " " But you will find it otherwise " she said . " You ...
... DEATH ? " " And if I had " he answer'd " who could think The softer Adams of your Academe , O sister , Sirens tho ' they be , were such As chanted on the blanching bones of men ? " " But you will find it otherwise " she said . " You ...
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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...