The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson: Poet Laureate, Etc, 1. kötetTicknor and Fields, 1866 |
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4. oldal
... never speaks : So innocent - arch , so cunning - simple , From beneath her gathered wimple Glancing with black - beaded eyes , Till the lightning laughters dimple The baby - roses in her cheeks ; Then away she flies . Prithee weep , May ...
... never speaks : So innocent - arch , so cunning - simple , From beneath her gathered wimple Glancing with black - beaded eyes , Till the lightning laughters dimple The baby - roses in her cheeks ; Then away she flies . Prithee weep , May ...
17. oldal
... Never grow sere , When rooted in the garden of the mind , Because they are the earliest of the year . ) Nor was the night thy shroud . In sweet dreams softer than unbroken rest Thou leddest by the hand thy infant Hope . The eddying of ...
... Never grow sere , When rooted in the garden of the mind , Because they are the earliest of the year . ) Nor was the night thy shroud . In sweet dreams softer than unbroken rest Thou leddest by the hand thy infant Hope . The eddying of ...
27. oldal
... never would hear it - your ears are so dull ; So keep where you are : you are foul with sin ; It would shrink to the earth if you came in . THE DYING SWAN . THE plain was grassy , wild and bare , Wide , wild , and open to the air ...
... never would hear it - your ears are so dull ; So keep where you are : you are foul with sin ; It would shrink to the earth if you came in . THE DYING SWAN . THE plain was grassy , wild and bare , Wide , wild , and open to the air ...
29. oldal
... never raise thine head From the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . IV . Crocodiles wept tears for thee ; The woodbine and eglatere Drip sweeter dews than traitor's tear . Let them rave . Rain makes music in the tree O'er the ...
... never raise thine head From the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . IV . Crocodiles wept tears for thee ; The woodbine and eglatere Drip sweeter dews than traitor's tear . Let them rave . Rain makes music in the tree O'er the ...
52. oldal
... when I raised my eyes , above They met with two so full and bright— Such eyes ! I swear to you , my love , That these have never lost their light . I loved , and love dispelled the fear That I 52 THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER .
... when I raised my eyes , above They met with two so full and bright— Such eyes ! I swear to you , my love , That these have never lost their light . I loved , and love dispelled the fear That I 52 THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER .
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Annie answer arms babe beneath betwixt blazoned blow breast breath brows Camelot cheek child cloud crown Cyril dark dead dear death deep dipt Dora dream dropt earth Edwin Morris Enoch Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fall father fear Florian flowers flying folds forever golden gray hand happy head hear heard heart Heaven hills hollow hour king King Arthur kiss knew Lady of Shalott land light lips live Locksley Hall look Lord maiden mind moon morn mother Ida move murmur night o'er Oriana Philip Princess Ida Queen rolled rose round scorn seemed shadow Shalott silent SIMEON STYLITES Sir Bedivere sleep smile song soul spake speak spoke star stept stood summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought turned unto vext voice wall of night weary whisper wild wind woman words yonder
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192. oldal - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see — Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be ; Saw the heavens...
129. oldal - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
183. oldal - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea : I am become a name ; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but...
131. oldal - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
184. oldal - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
293. oldal - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
126. oldal - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : ' I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
196. oldal - Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change. Thro...
185. oldal - Pleiads, rising through the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid. Here about the beach I wandered, nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of time...
131. oldal - Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow. Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.