The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Complete in One VolumeTicknor and Fields, 1857 - Всего страниц: 524 |
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... heard the night - fowl crow : The cock sung out an hour ere light : From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her without hope of change , In sleep she seemed to walk forlorn , Till cold winds woke the gray - eyed morn About the lonely ...
... heard the night - fowl crow : The cock sung out an hour ere light : From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her without hope of change , In sleep she seemed to walk forlorn , Till cold winds woke the gray - eyed morn About the lonely ...
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... heard the butterflies What they say betwixt their wings ? Or in stillest evenings With what voice the violet woos To his heart the silver dews ? Or when little airs arise , How the merry bluebell rings To the mosses underneath ? Hast ...
... heard the butterflies What they say betwixt their wings ? Or in stillest evenings With what voice the violet woos To his heart the silver dews ? Or when little airs arise , How the merry bluebell rings To the mosses underneath ? Hast ...
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... heard the steeds to battle going , Oriana ; Aloud the hollow bugle blowing , Oriana . In the yew - wood , black as night , Oriana , Ere I rode into the fight , Oriana , While blissful tears blinded my sight , By star - shine and by ...
... heard the steeds to battle going , Oriana ; Aloud the hollow bugle blowing , Oriana . In the yew - wood , black as night , Oriana , Ere I rode into the fight , Oriana , While blissful tears blinded my sight , By star - shine and by ...
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... heard a whisper say , A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot . She knows not what the curse may be , And so she weaveth steadily , And little other care hath she , The Lady of Shalott . And moving through a mirror clear ...
... heard a whisper say , A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot . She knows not what the curse may be , And so she weaveth steadily , And little other care hath she , The Lady of Shalott . And moving through a mirror clear ...
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... heard her singing her last song , The Lady of Shalott . Heard a carol , mournful , holy , Chanted loudly , chanted lowly , Till her blood was frozen slowly , And her eyes were darkened wholly , Turned to towered Camelot ; For ere she ...
... heard her singing her last song , The Lady of Shalott . Heard a carol , mournful , holy , Chanted loudly , chanted lowly , Till her blood was frozen slowly , And her eyes were darkened wholly , Turned to towered Camelot ; For ere she ...
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answer arms beat beneath betwixt blazoned blood blow breast breath brows Camelot cheek child crown Cyril dark dead dear death deep dipt Dora dream dropt earth Edwin Morris Excalibur eyes face fair fall fancy father fear flower flying forever golden grave hall hand happy happy day hath head hear heard heart Heaven hills hour king King Arthur kiss Lady Lady of Shalott land light lips live Locksley Hall look Lord maiden Maud mind moon morn mother move murmur muse night o'er Oriana peace Princess Ida Psyche Ring rolled rose round scorn seemed shadow shadowing bluff shame SIMEON STYLITES sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile song soul spake speak spirit star stept stood summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought touch truth unto vext voice weep whisper wild wind woman words yonder
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Стр. 450 - is but seed Whereof the man, that with me trod This planet, was a noble type Appearing ere the times were ripe, That friend of mine who lives in God, That God, which ever lives and loves, One God, one law, one element, And one far-off divine event, To which the whole creation moves. MAUD. I. 1.
Стр. 184 - hath yet his honor and his toil ; 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 Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
Стр. 441 - are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands ; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go. But in my spirit will I dwell, For though my lips may breathe adieu, I cannot think the thing farewell. And dream my dream, and hold it true
Стр. 92 - SONG. 1. There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass ; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes ; Music that brings sweet sleep
Стр. 92 - skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And through the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. 2. Why are we weighed upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with sharp distress, While all things else have rest from weariness ? Ah
Стр. 63 - Yet not for power, (power of herself Would come uncalled for,) but to live by law, Acting the law we live by without fear ; And because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence/ " Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die, Again she said
Стр. 79 - Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood. But sickening of a vague disease, You know so ill to deal with time, You needs must play such pranks as these. Clara, Clara Vere de
Стр. 355 - v. I SOMETIMES hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel, For words, like nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain, A use in measured language lies ; The sad mechanic exercise, Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.
Стр. 181 - Be each man's rule, and universal Peace Lie like a shaft of light across the land, And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, Through all the circle of the golden year ? " Thus far he flowed, and ended ; whereupon " Ah, folly ! " in mimic cadence answered James—• " Ah, folly ! for it lies so far away,
Стр. 83 - ill be the happiest time of all the glad New-year : So you must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear, To-morrow 'ill be of all the year the maddest, merriest day, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o