The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson |
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11. oldal
... thine : If aught of prophecy be mine , Thou wilt not live in vain . 2 . Low - cowering shall the Sophist sit ; Falsehood shall bare her plaited brow : Fair - fronted Truth shall droop not now With shrilling shafts of subtle wit . Nor ...
... thine : If aught of prophecy be mine , Thou wilt not live in vain . 2 . Low - cowering shall the Sophist sit ; Falsehood shall bare her plaited brow : Fair - fronted Truth shall droop not now With shrilling shafts of subtle wit . Nor ...
13. oldal
... thine infant Hope . The eddying of her garments caught from thee The light of thy great presence ; and the cope Of the half - attain'd futurity , Though deep not fathomless , Was cloven with the million stars which tremble O'er the deep ...
... thine infant Hope . The eddying of her garments caught from thee The light of thy great presence ; and the cope Of the half - attain'd futurity , Though deep not fathomless , Was cloven with the million stars which tremble O'er the deep ...
14. oldal
... thine art so pleased thee , That all which thou hast drawn of fairest Or boldest since , but lightly weighs With thee unto the love thou bearest The first - born of thy genius . Artist - like , Ever retiring thou dost gaze On the prime ...
... thine art so pleased thee , That all which thou hast drawn of fairest Or boldest since , but lightly weighs With thee unto the love thou bearest The first - born of thy genius . Artist - like , Ever retiring thou dost gaze On the prime ...
15. oldal
... thine , Spiritual Adeline . A CHARACTER . WITH a half - glance upon the sky At night he said , " The wanderings Of this most intricate Universe Teach me the nothingness of things . " Yet could not all creation pierce Beyond the bottom ...
... thine , Spiritual Adeline . A CHARACTER . WITH a half - glance upon the sky At night he said , " The wanderings Of this most intricate Universe Teach me the nothingness of things . " Yet could not all creation pierce Beyond the bottom ...
17. oldal
... thine arms , turn to thy rest . Let them rave . Shadows of the silver birk Sweep the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . 2 . Thee nor carketh care nor slander ; Nothing but the small cold worm Fretteth thine enshrouded form ...
... thine arms , turn to thy rest . Let them rave . Shadows of the silver birk Sweep the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . 2 . Thee nor carketh care nor slander ; Nothing but the small cold worm Fretteth thine enshrouded form ...
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answer'd arms Arthur ask'd beneath blood blow break breath brows Caerleon call'd Camelot child Cloth cloud cres cried Dagonet dark dead dear death deep dream Dubric earth Enid ev'n evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fear fire flower Gareth Gawain Geraint golden Gorlois Guinevere hall hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hour jousts King King Arthur kiss knew Lady Lady of Shalott land Lavaine light Limours lips live look look'd lord maid maiden Merlin moon morn mother move never night noble o'er once Prince Queen rode rose round seem'd shadow shame sing Sir Bedivere Sir Lancelot Sir Pelleas sleep smile song soul spake speak star stept stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro turn'd vext voice weep wild wind wood words
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59. oldal - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel : I will drink Life to the lees...
93. oldal - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. 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.
128. oldal - THERE rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills 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.
61. oldal - Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
60. oldal - We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven ; that which we are, we are ; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
90. oldal - 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...
38. oldal - Like a tale of little meaning tho' the words are strong; Chanted from an ill-used race of men that cleave the soil. Sow the seed, and reap the harvest with enduring toil, Storing yearly little dues of wheat, and wine and oil; Till they perish and they...
228. oldal - Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet— Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet. God...
112. oldal - Mayst seem to have reach'da purer air, Whose faith has centre everywhere, Nor cares to fix itself to form, Leave thou thy sister when she prays, Her early Heaven, her happy views; Nor thou with shadow'd hint confuse A life that leads melodious days. Her faith thro...
48. oldal - The holy Elders with the gift of myrrh. But now the whole Round Table is dissolved Which was an image of the mighty world; And I, the last, go forth companionless, And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.