The Works of Alfred Tennyson, Выпуск 841,Том 8Henry S. King, 1875 |
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... flying terms , But miss'd the mignonette of Vivian - place , The little hearth - flower Lilia . Thus he spoke , Part banter , part affection . " True , " she said , " We doubt not that . O yes , you miss'd us much . I'll stake my ruby ...
... flying terms , But miss'd the mignonette of Vivian - place , The little hearth - flower Lilia . Thus he spoke , Part banter , part affection . " True , " she said , " We doubt not that . O yes , you miss'd us much . I'll stake my ruby ...
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... flying reach'd the frontier : then we crost To a livelier land ; and so by tilth and grange , And vines , and blowing bosks of wilderness , We gain'd the mother - city thick with towers , And in the imperial palace found the king . His ...
... flying reach'd the frontier : then we crost To a livelier land ; and so by tilth and grange , And vines , and blowing bosks of wilderness , We gain'd the mother - city thick with towers , And in the imperial palace found the king . His ...
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... fly , And snared the squirrel of the glen ? are you That Psyche , wont to bind my throbbing brow , To smoothe my pillow , mix the foaming draught Of fever , tell me pleasant tales , and read My sickness down to happy dreams ? are you ...
... fly , And snared the squirrel of the glen ? are you That Psyche , wont to bind my throbbing brow , To smoothe my pillow , mix the foaming draught Of fever , tell me pleasant tales , and read My sickness down to happy dreams ? are you ...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. In gentler days , your arrow - wounded fawn Came flying while you sat beside the well ? The creature laid his muzzle on your lap , And sobb'd , and you sobb'd with it , and the blood Was sprinkled on your ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. In gentler days , your arrow - wounded fawn Came flying while you sat beside the well ? The creature laid his muzzle on your lap , And sobb'd , and you sobb'd with it , and the blood Was sprinkled on your ...
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... And every Muse tumbled a science in . A thousand hearts lie fallow in these halls , And round these halls a thousand baby loves Fly twanging headless arrows at the hearts , Whence follows many a vacant pang ; but O With A MEDLEY . 45.
... And every Muse tumbled a science in . A thousand hearts lie fallow in these halls , And round these halls a thousand baby loves Fly twanging headless arrows at the hearts , Whence follows many a vacant pang ; but O With A MEDLEY . 45.
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The Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate: The princess Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson Полный просмотр - 1871 |
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Стр. 149 - Heredity : A Psychological Study on its Phenomena, its Laws, its Causes, and its Consequences. Large crown 8vo, gs. ROBERTSON, The late Rev. FW, MA Life and Letters of. Edited by the Rev. Stopford Brooke, MA I. Two vols., uniform with the Sermons. With Steel Portrait. Crown 8vo, 7*.
Стр. 85 - 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 halfShe struck such warbling fury thro...
Стр. 135 - 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, and leave The monstrous ledges there to slope, and spill Their thousand wreaths of dangling water-smoke, That like a broken purpose waste in air. So waste not thou, but come; for all the vales...
Стр. 63 - The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Стр. 149 - The Principles of Mental Physiology. With their Applications to the Training and Discipline of the Mind, and the Study of its Morbid Conditions.
Стр. 143 - Or all, they said, as earnest as the close ? Which yet with such a framework scarce could be. Then rose a little feud betwixt the two, Betwixt the mockers and the realists : And I, betwixt them both, to please them both, And yet to give the story as it rose, I moved as in a strange diagonal, And maybe neither pleased myself nor them.
Стр. 135 - Their thousand wreaths of dangling water-smoke, That like a broken purpose waste in air : So waste not thou ; but come ; for all the vales Await thee ; azure pillars of the hearth Arise to thee ; the children call, and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.
Стр. 109 - She nor swoon'd, nor utter'd cry : All her maidens, watching, said, "She must weep or she will die." Then they praised him, soft and low, Call'd him worthy to be loved, Truest friend and noblest foe ; Yet she neither spoke nor moved. Stole a maiden from her place, Lightly to the warrior slept, Took the face-cloth from the face ; Yet she neither moved nor wept.
Стр. 66 - Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, 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. 67 - 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!