The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson: The princess ; MaudHenry S. King, 1875 |
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... thee to death My brother ! it was duty spoke , not I. My needful seeming harshness , pardon it . Our mother , is she well ? " With that she kiss'd His forehead , then , a moment after , clung About him , and betwixt them blossom'd up ...
... thee to death My brother ! it was duty spoke , not I. My needful seeming harshness , pardon it . Our mother , is she well ? " With that she kiss'd His forehead , then , a moment after , clung About him , and betwixt them blossom'd up ...
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... thee soon ; Rest , rest , on mother's breast , Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest , Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon : Sleep , my little one , sleep , my pretty one , sleep ...
... thee soon ; Rest , rest , on mother's breast , Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest , Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon : Sleep , my little one , sleep , my pretty one , sleep ...
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... thee , O Vashti , noble Vashti ! Summon'd out She kept her state , and left the drunken king To brawl at Shushan underneath the palms . " " Alas your Highness breathes full East , " I said , " On that which leans to you . I know the ...
... thee , O Vashti , noble Vashti ! Summon'd out She kept her state , and left the drunken king To brawl at Shushan underneath the palms . " " Alas your Highness breathes full East , " I said , " On that which leans to you . I know the ...
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... thee . 66 " O tell her , Swallow , thou that knowest each , That bright and fierce and fickle is the South , And dark and true and tender is the North . 66 " O Swallow , Swallow , if I could follow , and light Upon her lattice , I would ...
... thee . 66 " O tell her , Swallow , thou that knowest each , That bright and fierce and fickle is the South , And dark and true and tender is the North . 66 " O Swallow , Swallow , if I could follow , and light Upon her lattice , I would ...
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... thee , " she said , 66 " O Bulbul , any rose of Gulistan Shall burst her veil : marsh - divers , rather , maid , Shall croak thee sister , or the meadow - crake Grate her harsh kindred in the grass : and this A mere love - poem ! O for ...
... thee , " she said , 66 " O Bulbul , any rose of Gulistan Shall burst her veil : marsh - divers , rather , maid , Shall croak thee sister , or the meadow - crake Grate her harsh kindred in the grass : and this A mere love - poem ! O for ...
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Стр. 69 - 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.
Стр. 65 - THE splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Стр. 49 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon : Sleep, my little one, sleep, my...
Стр. 133 - Ask me no more. Ask me no more : what answer should I give ? I love not hollow cheek or faded eye : Yet, O my friend, I will not have thee die ! Ask me no more, lest I should bid thee live ; Ask me no more.
Стр. 142 - ... a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake : So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosom and be lost in me?
Стр. 233 - A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee: Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us, What and where they be.
Стр. 115 - Took the face-cloth from the face; Yet she neither moved nor wept. Rose a nurse of ninety years, Set his child upon her knee — Like summer tempest came her tears — " Sweet my child, I live for thee.
Стр. 218 - For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die.
Стр. 165 - Perfectly beautiful: let it be granted her: where is the fault? All that I saw (for her eyes were downcast, not to be seen) Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, Dead perfection, no more; nothing more, if it had not been For a chance of travel, a paleness, an hour's defect of the rose, Or an underlip, you may call it a little too ripe, too full, Or the least little delicate aquiline curve in a sensitive nose, From which I escaped heart-free, with the least little touch of spleen.