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67. oldal
And if I should carol aloud , from aloft All things that are forked , and horned , and
soft , Would lean out from the hollow sphere of the sea , All looking down for the
love of me . SONNET TO J. M.K. My hope and heart is with THE MERMAID . 67.
And if I should carol aloud , from aloft All things that are forked , and horned , and
soft , Would lean out from the hollow sphere of the sea , All looking down for the
love of me . SONNET TO J. M.K. My hope and heart is with THE MERMAID . 67.
170. oldal
Enormous elm - tree boles did stoop and lean Upon the dusky brushwood
underneath Their broad curved branches , fledged with clearest green , New from
its silken sheath . XVI . The dim red morn had died , her 170 A DREAM OF FAIR ...
Enormous elm - tree boles did stoop and lean Upon the dusky brushwood
underneath Their broad curved branches , fledged with clearest green , New from
its silken sheath . XVI . The dim red morn had died , her 170 A DREAM OF FAIR ...
208. oldal
... Would strike , and firmly , and one stroke : To - morrow yet would reap to - day ,
As we bear blossom of the dead ; Earn well the thrifty months , nor wed Raw
Haste , half - sister to Delay . THE GOOSE . I. I KNEW an old wife lean 208.
... Would strike , and firmly , and one stroke : To - morrow yet would reap to - day ,
As we bear blossom of the dead ; Earn well the thrifty months , nor wed Raw
Haste , half - sister to Delay . THE GOOSE . I. I KNEW an old wife lean 208.
260. oldal
I wear an undressed goatskin on my back ; A grazing iron collar grinds my neck ;
And in my weak , lean arms I lift the cross , And strive and wrestle with thee till I
die : 0 mercy , mercy ! wash away my sin ! O Lord , thou knowest what a man I am
...
I wear an undressed goatskin on my back ; A grazing iron collar grinds my neck ;
And in my weak , lean arms I lift the cross , And strive and wrestle with thee till I
die : 0 mercy , mercy ! wash away my sin ! O Lord , thou knowest what a man I am
...
264. oldal
Speak , if there be a priest , a man of God , Among you there , and let him
presently Approach , and lean a ladder on the shaft , And climbing up into my airy
home , Deliver me the blessed sacrament ; For by the warning of the Holy Ghost ,
I ...
Speak , if there be a priest , a man of God , Among you there , and let him
presently Approach , and lean a ladder on the shaft , And climbing up into my airy
home , Deliver me the blessed sacrament ; For by the warning of the Holy Ghost ,
I ...
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answer beauty beneath blow breath brow Camelot clear cloud cold comes crown dark dead Dear death deep door Dora dream drew earth eyes face fair fall field fire floating flow flowers folds garden golden grave green grow hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hills hold hour King kiss knew Lady land lean light lips live look memory mind moon morn mother move never night once Oriana pass Queen rest rise rolled rose round seemed shadow Shalott silver sing sitting sleep slowly smile song soul sound speak spirit star stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou thought till took turn Vere voice walk wall weary whole wild wind
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71. oldal - Camelot ; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot.
77. oldal - Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott. Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right — The leaves upon her falling light — Thro...
220. oldal - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere: 'I heard the ripple washing in the reeds, And the wild water lapping on the crag.
226. oldal - So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away.
160. oldal - Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro...
20. oldal - Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits. When merry milkmaids click the latch, And rarely smells the new-mown hay, And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch Twice or thrice his roundelay, Twice or thrice his roundelay ; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits.
106. oldal - THERE lies a vale in Ida, lovelier Than all the valleys of Ionian hills. The swimming vapor slopes athwart the glen, Puts forth an arm; and creeps from pine to pine, And loiters, slowly drawn. On either hand The lawns and meadow-ledges midway down Hang rich in flowers, and far below them roars The long brook falling thro' the clov'n ravine In cataract after cataract to the sea.
194. oldal - His face is growing sharp and thin. Alack ! our friend is gone. Close up his eyes : tie up his chin : Step from the corpse, and let him in That standeth there alone, And waiteth at the door. There's a new foot on the floor, my friend, And a new face at the door, my friend, A new face at the door.
11. oldal - 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 casement-curtain by, And glanced athwart the glooming flats. 20 She only said, 'The night is dreary, He cometh not,' she said; She said, 'I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!
37. oldal - Over its grave i' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the hollyhock, Heavily hangs the tiger-lily. ii The air is damp, and hush'd, and close, As a sick man's room when he taketh repose An hour before death ; My very heart faints and my whole soul grieves At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves, And the breath Of the fading edges of box beneath, And the year's last rose. Heavily hangs the broad...
Bibliográfiai információk
| Cím | Poems, 1. kötet Poems, Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson |
| Szerző | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson |
| Kiadó | Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1854 |
| Eredeti forrása | Harvard Egyetem |
| Digitalizálva: | 2007. nov. 20. |
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