The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Complete in Two VolumesTicknor and Fields, 1861 |
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... tears fell with the dews at even ; Her tears fell ere the dews were dried ; She could not look on the sweet heaven , Either at morn or eventide . After the flitting of the bats , When thickest dark did trance the sky , She drew her ...
... tears fell with the dews at even ; Her tears fell ere the dews were dried ; She could not look on the sweet heaven , Either at morn or eventide . After the flitting of the bats , When thickest dark did trance the sky , She drew her ...
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... tears for thee ; The woodbine and eglatere Drip sweeter dews than traitor's tear . Let them rave . Rain makes music in the tree O'er the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . V. Round thee blow , self - pleached dẹep Bramble ...
... tears for thee ; The woodbine and eglatere Drip sweeter dews than traitor's tear . Let them rave . Rain makes music in the tree O'er the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . V. Round thee blow , self - pleached dẹep Bramble ...
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... tears blinded my sight , By star - shine and by moonlight , Oriana , I to thee my troth did plight , Oriana . She stood upon the castle wall , Oriana : She watched my crest among them all , Oriana : She saw me fight , she heard me call ...
... tears blinded my sight , By star - shine and by moonlight , Oriana , I to thee my troth did plight , Oriana . She stood upon the castle wall , Oriana : She watched my crest among them all , Oriana : She saw me fight , she heard me call ...
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... , Oriana . O ! breaking heart that will not break , Oriana ; O ! pale , pale face so sweet and meek , Oriana . Thou smilest , but thou dost not speak , And then the tears run down my cheek , Oriana 32 THE BALLAD OF ORIANA .
... , Oriana . O ! breaking heart that will not break , Oriana ; O ! pale , pale face so sweet and meek , Oriana . Thou smilest , but thou dost not speak , And then the tears run down my cheek , Oriana 32 THE BALLAD OF ORIANA .
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... tears of blood arise Up from my heart unto my eyes , Oriana . Within thy heart my arrow lies , Oriana . O cursed hand ! oh cursed blow ! Oriana ! O happy thou that liest low , Oriana ! All night the silence seems to flow Beside me in my ...
... tears of blood arise Up from my heart unto my eyes , Oriana . Within thy heart my arrow lies , Oriana . O cursed hand ! oh cursed blow ! Oriana ! O happy thou that liest low , Oriana ! All night the silence seems to flow Beside me in my ...
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The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson Полный просмотр - 1867 |
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Стр. 131 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Стр. 192 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see — Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be ; Saw the heavens...
Стр. 130 - If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
Стр. 341 - ... white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk ; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font : The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like 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,...
Стр. 184 - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
Стр. 255 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Стр. 294 - 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. 7 - Upon the middle of the night, Waking she 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 moated grange. She only said, "The day is dreary, He cometh not," she said; She said, "I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!
Стр. 127 - King Arthur's sword, Excalibur, Wrought by the lonely maiden of the Lake. Nine years she wrought it, sitting in the deeps Upon the hidden bases of the hills.
Стр. 93 - All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave? 5° All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence — ripen, fall, and cease: Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease.