The Life and Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson: Works: v.1-2 [Poems] v.3. Experiments. The window. In memoriam A.H.H. Maud. Idylls of the king. v.4 Idylls of the king (Continued) v.5 The lover's tale. Ballads, and other poems. Sonnets. Translations, etc. Tiresias, and other poems. v.6. Queen Mary. Harold. v.7. Becket. The cup. The falcon. The promise of May. v.8. The foresters. Demeter, and other poems. The death of OEnone, and other poems. [IndexesMacmillan, 1899 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 15 találatból.
11. oldal
... Rings to the roar of an angel onset- Me rather all that bowery loneliness , The brooks of Eden mazily murmuring , And bloom profuse and cedar arches Charm , as a wanderer out in ocean , Where some refulgent sunset of India Streams o'er ...
... Rings to the roar of an angel onset- Me rather all that bowery loneliness , The brooks of Eden mazily murmuring , And bloom profuse and cedar arches Charm , as a wanderer out in ocean , Where some refulgent sunset of India Streams o'er ...
37. oldal
... rings the gateway bell , And learns her gone and far from home ; He saddens , all the magic light Dies off at once from bower and hall , And all the place is dark , and all The chambers emptied of delight : So find I every pleasant spot ...
... rings the gateway bell , And learns her gone and far from home ; He saddens , all the magic light Dies off at once from bower and hall , And all the place is dark , and all The chambers emptied of delight : So find I every pleasant spot ...
100. oldal
... what of that ? My darken'd ways Shall ring with music all the same ; To breathe my loss is more than fame , To utter love more sweet than praise . LXXVIII Again at Christmas did we weave The holly round 100 IN MEMORIAM.
... what of that ? My darken'd ways Shall ring with music all the same ; To breathe my loss is more than fame , To utter love more sweet than praise . LXXVIII Again at Christmas did we weave The holly round 100 IN MEMORIAM.
115. oldal
... ring , And one an inner , here and there ; And last the master - bowman , he , Would cleave the mark . A willing ear We lent him . Who , but hung to hear The rapt oration flowing free From point to point , with power and grace And music ...
... ring , And one an inner , here and there ; And last the master - bowman , he , Would cleave the mark . A willing ear We lent him . Who , but hung to hear The rapt oration flowing free From point to point , with power and grace And music ...
116. oldal
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. LXXXVIII Wild bird , whose warble , liquid sweet , Rings Eden thro ' the budded quicks , O tell me where the senses mix , O tell me where the passions meet , Whence radiate : fierce extremes employ Thy ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. LXXXVIII Wild bird , whose warble , liquid sweet , Rings Eden thro ' the budded quicks , O tell me where the senses mix , O tell me where the passions meet , Whence radiate : fierce extremes employ Thy ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Alfred Lord Tennyson Alfred Tennyson answer'd arms Arthur Arthur's hall ask'd beat Bedivere birds blood blow break breast breath bright Caerleon child cried damsel dark dead dear Death dream Dubric earth Enid ev'n eyes face faded fair faith fancy fear flower fool Gawain Geraint gloom glory gone Gorloïs grief Guinevere hand hath hear heard heart heaven horse hour John Mayall joust King kitchen-knave knave knight Lancelot land light live look look'd lord maiden Maud Merlin Modred morning mother never noble o'er past peace Prince Queen ride Ring rode rose round seem'd seneschal shadow shalt shame shining sing Sir Gareth Sir Kay Sir Lancelot sleep smile song sorrow soul spake sparrow-hawk spirit star sweet thee thine things thou art thought thro touch'd Uther vext voice weep wild wilt wind wood Yniol
Népszerű szakaszok
84. oldal - Thou makest thine appeal to me: I bring to life, I bring to death; The spirit does but mean the breath: I know no more.
84. oldal - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
82. oldal - Oh, yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
33. oldal - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on steppingstones Of their dead selves to higher things.
158. 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.
220. oldal - For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die.
31. oldal - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust : Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die ; And thou hast made him : thou art just.
15. oldal - As when in heaven the stars about the moon Look beautiful, when all the winds are laid, And every height comes out, and jutting peak And valley, and the immeasurable heavens Break open to their highest, and all the stars Shine, and the Shepherd gladdens in his heart...
127. oldal - Rock'd the full-foliaged elms, and swung The heavy-folded rose, and flung The lilies to and fro, and said
83. oldal - So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry.