The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson: Poet Laureate, Etc. Complete in Two Volumes, 1. kötetTicknor and Fields, 1866 |
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5. oldal
... thoughts in the translucent fane Of her still spirit ; locks not wide dispread , Madonna - wise on either side her head ; Sweet lips whereon perpetually did reign The summer calm of golden charity , Were fixed shadows of thy fixed mood ...
... thoughts in the translucent fane Of her still spirit ; locks not wide dispread , Madonna - wise on either side her head ; Sweet lips whereon perpetually did reign The summer calm of golden charity , Were fixed shadows of thy fixed mood ...
18. oldal
... thought was there of life's distress ; For sure she deemed no mist of earth could dul Those spirit - thrilling eyes so keen and beautiful Sure she was nigher to heaven's spheres , Listening the lordly music flowing from The illimitable ...
... thought was there of life's distress ; For sure she deemed no mist of earth could dul Those spirit - thrilling eyes so keen and beautiful Sure she was nigher to heaven's spheres , Listening the lordly music flowing from The illimitable ...
24. oldal
... thoughts were headed And winged with flame , Like Indian reeds blown from his silver tongue , And of so fierce a flight , From Calpe unto Caucasus they sung , Filling with light And vagrant melodies the winds which bore Them earthward ...
... thoughts were headed And winged with flame , Like Indian reeds blown from his silver tongue , And of so fierce a flight , From Calpe unto Caucasus they sung , Filling with light And vagrant melodies the winds which bore Them earthward ...
44. oldal
... thought , " My spirit is here alone , Walks forgotten , and is forlorn . ” V. Dreaming , she knew it was a dream : She felt he was and was not there . She woke the babble of the stream Fell , and 44 MARIANA IN THE SOUTH .
... thought , " My spirit is here alone , Walks forgotten , and is forlorn . ” V. Dreaming , she knew it was a dream : She felt he was and was not there . She woke the babble of the stream Fell , and 44 MARIANA IN THE SOUTH .
46. oldal
... thought . Far off from human neighborhood , Thou wert born , on a summer morn , A mile beneath the cedar - wood . Thy bounteous forehead was not fanned With breezes from our oaken glades , But thou wert nursed in some delicious land Of ...
... thought . Far off from human neighborhood , Thou wert born , on a summer morn , A mile beneath the cedar - wood . Thy bounteous forehead was not fanned With breezes from our oaken glades , But thou wert nursed in some delicious land Of ...
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Annie answer arms babe beneath betwixt blazoned blow breast breath brows Camelot cheek child cloud crown Cyril dark dead dear death deep dipt Dora dream dropt earth Edwin Morris Enoch Enoch Arden Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fall father fear Florian flowers flying folds forever golden gray hand happy head hear heard heart Heaven hollow hour king King Arthur kiss knew Lady of Shalott land light lips live Locksley Hall look Lord maiden mermen mind moon morn mother Ida move murmur night o'er Oriana Philip Princess Ida Queen rolled rose round scorn seemed shadow Shalott silent Sir Bedivere sleep smile song soul spake speak spoke star stept stood summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought turned unto vext voice wall of night weary whisper wild wind woman words yonder
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193. oldal - Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns.
186. oldal - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
93. oldal - 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 ? 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.
183. oldal - Old age 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.
63. oldal - Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, These three alone lead life to sovereign power. 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.
125. oldal - I am so deeply smitten thro' the helm That without help I cannot last till morn. Thou therefore take my brand Excalibur, Which was my pride: for thou rememberest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Rose up from out the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword — and how I...
254. oldal - ... my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! 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.
183. oldal - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this...
341. oldal - ... the crimson petal, now the 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...
183. oldal - Myself not least, but honour'd of them all; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.