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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3. oldal
... half the tribes of Britain , near the colony Cámulodúne , Yell'd and shriek'd between her daughters o'er a wild confederacy . ' They that scorn the tribes and call us Britain's barbarous populaces , Did they hear me , would they listen ...
... half the tribes of Britain , near the colony Cámulodúne , Yell'd and shriek'd between her daughters o'er a wild confederacy . ' They that scorn the tribes and call us Britain's barbarous populaces , Did they hear me , would they listen ...
4. oldal
... half - defended ! lo their colony , Cámulodúne ! There the horde of Roman robbers mock at a barbarous adversary . There the hive of Roman liars worship an emperor - idiot . Such is Rome , and this her deity : hear it , Spirit of ...
... half - defended ! lo their colony , Cámulodúne ! There the horde of Roman robbers mock at a barbarous adversary . There the hive of Roman liars worship an emperor - idiot . Such is Rome , and this her deity : hear it , Spirit of ...
12. oldal
... to belaud myself a moment- As some rare little rose , a piece of inmost Horticultural art , or half coquette - like Maiden , not to be greeted unbenignly . SPECIMEN OF A TRANSLATION OF THE ILIAD IN BLANK VERSE 12 IN QUANTITY.
... to belaud myself a moment- As some rare little rose , a piece of inmost Horticultural art , or half coquette - like Maiden , not to be greeted unbenignly . SPECIMEN OF A TRANSLATION OF THE ILIAD IN BLANK VERSE 12 IN QUANTITY.
34. oldal
... half a sin Το put in words the grief I feel ; For words , like Nature , half reveal And half conceal the Soul within . But , for the unquiet heart and brain , A use in measured language lies ; The sad mechanic exercise , Like dull ...
... half a sin Το put in words the grief I feel ; For words , like Nature , half reveal And half conceal the Soul within . But , for the unquiet heart and brain , A use in measured language lies ; The sad mechanic exercise , Like dull ...
35. oldal
... half thy draught be done , Hath still'd the life that 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 ...
... half thy draught be done , Hath still'd the life that 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 ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
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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.