The Complete Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet LaureateR. Worthington, 1880 - 456 oldal |
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... face , While his locks a - drooping twined Round thy neck in subtle ring Make a carcanet of rays , And ye talk together still , In the language wherewith Spring Letters cowslips on the hill ? Hence that look and smile of thine ...
... face , While his locks a - drooping twined Round thy neck in subtle ring Make a carcanet of rays , And ye talk together still , In the language wherewith Spring Letters cowslips on the hill ? Hence that look and smile of thine ...
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... face , Oriana . They should have stubb'd me where I lay , Oriana ! How could I rise and come away , Oriana ? How could I look upon the day ? They should have stabb'd me where 1 lay , Oriana- They should have trod me into clay , Oriana ...
... face , Oriana . They should have stubb'd me where I lay , Oriana ! How could I rise and come away , Oriana ? How could I look upon the day ? They should have stabb'd me where 1 lay , Oriana- They should have trod me into clay , Oriana ...
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... face ; God in his mercy lend her grace , The Lady of Shalott . " MARIANA IN THE SOUTH . WITH one black shadow at its feet , The house thro ' all the level shines , Close - latticed to the brooding heat , And silent in its dusty vines ...
... face ; God in his mercy lend her grace , The Lady of Shalott . " MARIANA IN THE SOUTH . WITH one black shadow at its feet , The house thro ' all the level shines , Close - latticed to the brooding heat , And silent in its dusty vines ...
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... face how much I hate Her presence , hated both of Gods and men . " O mother , hear me yet before I die . Hath he not sworn his love a thousand times , In this green valley , under this green hill , Ev'n on this hand , and sitting on ...
... face how much I hate Her presence , hated both of Gods and men . " O mother , hear me yet before I die . Hath he not sworn his love a thousand times , In this green valley , under this green hill , Ev'n on this hand , and sitting on ...
22. oldal
... face : The wind is blowing in turret and tree . They were together , and she fell : Therefore revenge became me well . O the Earl was fair to see ! She died : she went to burning flame : She mix'd her ancient blood with shame . The wind ...
... face : The wind is blowing in turret and tree . They were together , and she fell : Therefore revenge became me well . O the Earl was fair to see ! She died : she went to burning flame : She mix'd her ancient blood with shame . The wind ...
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answer'd arms Arthur ask'd beneath blood breath Caerleon call'd Camelot child cried Dagonet dark dead dear death dream earth Edith Eliz England Enid ev'n evermore Excalibur eyes face fair father fear fire flower fool Gareth Gawain golden grace Guinevere hall hand happy Harold hast hate hath head hear heard heart heaven holy horse hour jousts King King Arthur kiss knew Lady Lady of Shalott Lancelot land Lavaine Leofwin light live look look'd Lord maiden Mary Merlin Morcar morn mother never night noble o'er once Philip Prince Queen rode rose round seem'd shadow shame Sir Bedivere Sir Lancelot Sir Pelleas sleep smile song soul Spain spake speak star stept Stigand stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought thro Tostig turn'd vext voice wild wind
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111. oldal - The likest God within the soul? Are God and Nature then at strife. That Nature lends such evil dreams ? So careful of the type she seems. So careless of the single life ; She often brings but one to bear, That I, considering everywhere Her secret meamng in her deeds, And finding that
57. oldal - Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. 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. And
344. oldal - for me night and wrought by prayer day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the of prayer Both for themselves and those who brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands call them friend ? For so the whole round earth is
36. oldal - Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound." So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some fullbreasted swan Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood
102. oldal - The city sparkles like a grain of salt. THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE. I. HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. '• Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. II.
58. oldal - flaring like a dreary dawn ; And his spirit leaps within him to be gone before him then,* Underneath the light he looks at, in among the throngs of men ; Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new: That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall
111. oldal - to spring. So runs my dream : hut what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry. LV. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we
102. oldal - IV. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd : Plunged in the battery-smoke. Right thro' the line they broke ; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd. Then they rode back, but not Not the six hundred. v. Cannon
147. oldal - sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. " Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are uo more.
111. oldal - That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That no one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void. When God hath made the pile complete ; That not a worm is cloven in vain ; That not a moth with vain desire