Poems, 1. kötetE. Moxon, 1846 - 235 oldal |
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49. oldal
... in the distance yonder : It springs on a level of bowery lawn , And the mountain draws it from Heaven above , And it sings a song of undying love ; VOL . I. 4 And yet , though its voice be so clear and THE POET'S MIND . 49.
... in the distance yonder : It springs on a level of bowery lawn , And the mountain draws it from Heaven above , And it sings a song of undying love ; VOL . I. 4 And yet , though its voice be so clear and THE POET'S MIND . 49.
66. oldal
... Singing alone Under the sea , With a crown of gold , On a throne ? I would be a merman bold ; I would sit and sing the whole of the day ; I would fill the sea - halls with a voice of power ; But at night I would roam abroad and play ...
... Singing alone Under the sea , With a crown of gold , On a throne ? I would be a merman bold ; I would sit and sing the whole of the day ; I would fill the sea - halls with a voice of power ; But at night I would roam abroad and play ...
69. oldal
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. THE MERMAID . WHO would be A mermaid fair , Singing alone , Combing her hair Under the ... sing and say , " Who is it loves me ? who loves not me ? " I would comb my hair till my ringlets would fall , Low ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. THE MERMAID . WHO would be A mermaid fair , Singing alone , Combing her hair Under the ... sing and say , " Who is it loves me ? who loves not me ? " I would comb my hair till my ringlets would fall , Low ...
83. oldal
... singing her last song , The Lady of Shalott . Heard a carol , mournful , holy , Chanted loudly , chanted lowly , Till her blood was frozen slowly , And her eyes were darken'd wholly , Turn'd to tower'd Camelot ; For ere she reach'd upon ...
... singing her last song , The Lady of Shalott . Heard a carol , mournful , holy , Chanted loudly , chanted lowly , Till her blood was frozen slowly , And her eyes were darken'd wholly , Turn'd to tower'd Camelot ; For ere she reach'd upon ...
87. oldal
... sing , nor lamb would bleat , Nor any cloud would cross the vault , But day increased from heat to heat , On stony drought and steaming salt ; Till now at noon she slept again , And seem'd knee - deep in mountain grass , And heard her ...
... sing , nor lamb would bleat , Nor any cloud would cross the vault , But day increased from heat to heat , On stony drought and steaming salt ; Till now at noon she slept again , And seem'd knee - deep in mountain grass , And heard her ...
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Adeline adown ambrosial ARABIAN NIGHTS beauty beneath blow blue breath brow call me early Camelot cheek cloud dark dead Dear mother Ida death deep divine door dream DYING SWAN Earl was fair earth Eleänore Enone evermore eyes faint fall flame floating flowers folds thy grave forlorn gazing golden prime goose green that folds Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard hearken ere heart Heaven Heavily hangs hills hollow kiss Lady Clara Vere Lady of Shalott land lawn Let them rave light Lilian lips live forgotten look'd merman merrily mind moan moon morn night o'er Oriana Queen roll'd rose round saw thro seem'd shadow shallop silent silver sing sleep slowly smile song soul sound spake spirit star stept sweet tears thee thine thou thought throne turret and tree Vere de Vere voice wander weary weep wild wind wold
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152. oldal - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
170. oldal - They saw the gleaming river seaward flow From the inner land: far off, three mountain-tops, Three silent pinnacles of aged snow, Stood sunset-flush'd: and, dew'd with showery drops, Up-clomb the shadowy pine above the woven copse. The charmed sunset linger'd low adown In the red West: thro...
129. oldal - Beauty, Good, and Knowledge, are three sisters That doat upon each other, friends to man, Living together under the same roof, And never can be sunder'd without tears. And he that shuts Love out, in turn shall be Shut out from Love, and on her threshold lie Howling in outer darkness. Not for this Was common clay ta'en from the common earth Moulded by God, and temper'd with the tears Of angels to the perfect shape of man.
177. oldal - Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind, In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind.
169. oldal - Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon; And like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go; And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.
9. oldal - Her tears fell with the dews at even; Her tears fell ere the dews were dried; She could not look on the sweet heaven, Either at morn or eventide. After the flitting of the bats, When thickest dark did trance the sky, She drew her casement-curtain by, And glanced athwart the glooming flats. 20 She only said, 'The night is dreary, He cometh not,' she said; She said, 'I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!
151. oldal - Lady Clara Vere de Vere, You put strange memories in my head. Not thrice your branching limes have blown Since I beheld young Laurence dead. Oh your sweet eyes, your low replies : A great enchantress you may be ; But there was that across his throat Which you had hardly cared to see. Lady Clara Vere de Vere, When thus he met his mother's view, She had the passions of her kind, She spake some certain truths of you. Indeed I heard one bitter word That scarce is fit for you to hear ; Her manners had...
106. oldal - I'd touch her neck so warm and white. And I would be the gir.dle About her dainty dainty waist, And her heart would beat against me, In sorrow and in rest : And I should know if it beat right, I'd clasp it round so close and tight.
174. oldal - Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height; To hear each other's whisper'd speech; Eating the Lotos day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving lines of creamy spray; To lend our hearts and spirits wholly To the influence of mild-minded melancholy...
77. oldal - To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. And moving thro...