The works of Alfred Tennyson, Том 3Strahan & Company, 1872 |
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... golden hair . I think they should not wear our rusty gowns , But move as rich as Emperor - moths , or Ralph Who shines so in the corner ; yet I fear , If there were many Lilias in the brood , However deep you might embower the nest ...
... golden hair . I think they should not wear our rusty gowns , But move as rich as Emperor - moths , or Ralph Who shines so in the corner ; yet I fear , If there were many Lilias in the brood , However deep you might embower the nest ...
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... golden shield , I stole from court With Cyril and with Florian , unperceived , Cat - footed thro ' the town and half in dread father's clamour at our backs To hear my With Ho ! from some bay - window shake the night ; But all was quiet ...
... golden shield , I stole from court With Cyril and with Florian , unperceived , Cat - footed thro ' the town and half in dread father's clamour at our backs To hear my With Ho ! from some bay - window shake the night ; But all was quiet ...
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... golden - shafted firm , The long - limb'd lad that had a Psyche too ; He cleft me thro ' the stomacher ; and now What think you of it , Florian ? do I chase The substance or the shadow ? will it hold ? I have no sorcerer's malison on me ...
... golden - shafted firm , The long - limb'd lad that had a Psyche too ; He cleft me thro ' the stomacher ; and now What think you of it , Florian ? do I chase The substance or the shadow ? will it hold ? I have no sorcerer's malison on me ...
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... d , " Which wrought us , as the workman and his work , That practice betters ? " " How , " she cried , " you love The metaphysics ! read and earn our prize , A golden broach : beneath an emerald plane Sits Diotima A MEDLEY . 67.
... d , " Which wrought us , as the workman and his work , That practice betters ? " " How , " she cried , " you love The metaphysics ! read and earn our prize , A golden broach : beneath an emerald plane Sits Diotima A MEDLEY . 67.
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Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) A golden broach : beneath an emerald plane Sits Diotima , teaching him that died Of hemlock ; our device ; wrought to the life ; She rapt upon her subject , he on her : For there are schools for all ...
Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) A golden broach : beneath an emerald plane Sits Diotima , teaching him that died Of hemlock ; our device ; wrought to the life ; She rapt upon her subject , he on her : For there are schools for all ...
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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...