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 |
Részletek a könyvből
1 - 5 találat összesen 30 találatból.
8. oldal
... beat with rapid unanimous hand , Thought on all her evil tyrannies , all her pitiless avarice , Till she felt the heart within her fall and flutter tremulously , Then her pulses at the clamouring of her enemy fainted 8 BOÄDICEA.
... beat with rapid unanimous hand , Thought on all her evil tyrannies , all her pitiless avarice , Till she felt the heart within her fall and flutter tremulously , Then her pulses at the clamouring of her enemy fainted 8 BOÄDICEA.
31. oldal
... beat the ground , Than that the victor Hours should scorn The long result of love , and boast , ' Behold the man that loved and lost , But all he was is overworn . ' II Old Yew , which graspest at the stones That 31 IN MEMORIAM.
... beat the ground , Than that the victor Hours should scorn The long result of love , and boast , ' Behold the man that loved and lost , But all he was is overworn . ' II Old Yew , which graspest at the stones That 31 IN MEMORIAM.
32. oldal
... Beats out the little lives of men . O not for thee the glow , the bloom , Who changest not in any gale , Nor branding summer suns avail To touch thy thousand years of gloom : And gazing on thee , sullen tree , Sick for thy stubborn ...
... Beats out the little lives of men . O not for thee the glow , the bloom , Who changest not in any gale , Nor branding summer suns avail To touch thy thousand years of gloom : And gazing on thee , sullen tree , Sick for thy stubborn ...
33. oldal
... , how fares it with thee now , That thou should'st fail from thy desire , Who scarcely darest to inquire , ' What is it makes me beat so low ? ' T. VII 33 D Something it is which thou hast lost , Some pleasure IN MEMORIAM.
... , how fares it with thee now , That thou should'st fail from thy desire , Who scarcely darest to inquire , ' What is it makes me beat so low ? ' T. VII 33 D Something it is which thou hast lost , Some pleasure IN MEMORIAM.
35. oldal
... beat from thee . O mother , praying God will save Thy sailor , -while thy head is bow'd , His heavy - shotted hammock - shroud Drops in his vast and wandering grave . Ye know no more than I who wrought At that last hour to please him ...
... beat from thee . O mother , praying God will save Thy sailor , -while thy head is bow'd , His heavy - shotted hammock - shroud Drops in his vast and wandering grave . Ye know no more than I who wrought At that last hour to please him ...
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.