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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5. oldal
... children , multi- tudinous agonies . Bloodily flow'd the Tamesa rolling phantom bodies of horses and men ; Then a phantom colony smoulder'd on the re- fluent estuary ; Lastly yonder yester - even , suddenly giddily tottering- There was ...
... children , multi- tudinous agonies . Bloodily flow'd the Tamesa rolling phantom bodies of horses and men ; Then a phantom colony smoulder'd on the re- fluent estuary ; Lastly yonder yester - even , suddenly giddily tottering- There was ...
36. oldal
... child , that waitest for thy love ! For now her father's chimney glows In expectation of a guest ; And thinking this will please him best , ' She takes a riband or a rose ; For he will see them on to - night ; And with the thought her ...
... child , that waitest for thy love ! For now her father's chimney glows In expectation of a guest ; And thinking this will please him best , ' She takes a riband or a rose ; For he will see them on to - night ; And with the thought her ...
50. oldal
... children sit Cold in that atmosphere of Death , And scarce endure to draw the breath , Or like to noiseless phantoms flit : But open converse is there none , So much the vital spirits sink To see the vacant chair , and think , ' How ...
... children sit Cold in that atmosphere of Death , And scarce endure to draw the breath , Or like to noiseless phantoms flit : But open converse is there none , So much the vital spirits sink To see the vacant chair , and think , ' How ...
91. oldal
... children on his knee , And winds their curls about his hand : He plays with threads , he beats his chair For pastime , dreaming of the sky ; His inner day can never die , His night of loss is always there . LXVII When on my bed the ...
... children on his knee , And winds their curls about his hand : He plays with threads , he beats his chair For pastime , dreaming of the sky ; His inner day can never die , His night of loss is always there . LXVII When on my bed the ...
93. oldal
... child : I found an angel of the night ; The voice was low , the look was bright ; He look'd upon my crown and smiled : He reach'd the glory of a hand , That seem'd to touch it into leaf : The voice was not the voice of grief , The words ...
... child : I found an angel of the night ; The voice was low , the look was bright ; He look'd upon my crown and smiled : He reach'd the glory of a hand , That seem'd to touch it into leaf : The voice was not the voice of grief , The words ...
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.