The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson. [Vol.8,9 are of the 1878 ed. With] The dramatic works [&c.]. |
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6. oldal
... cried , " He is not Uther's son " —the king Sent to him , saying , " Arise , and help us thou ! For here between the man and beast we die . " And Arthur yet had done no deed of arms , But heard the call , and came : and Guinevere Stood ...
... cried , " He is not Uther's son " —the king Sent to him , saying , " Arise , and help us thou ! For here between the man and beast we die . " And Arthur yet had done no deed of arms , But heard the call , and came : and Guinevere Stood ...
8. oldal
... crying , " Who is he That he should rule us ? who hath proven him , King Uther's son ? for lo ! we look at him And find nor face nor bearing , limbs nor voice , Are like to those of Uther whom we knew . This is the son of Gorloïs , not ...
... crying , " Who is he That he should rule us ? who hath proven him , King Uther's son ? for lo ! we look at him And find nor face nor bearing , limbs nor voice , Are like to those of Uther whom we knew . This is the son of Gorloïs , not ...
16. oldal
... cried , " Away with him ! No king of ours ! a son of Gorloïs he , Or else the child of Anton , and no king , Or else baseborn . " Yet Merlin thro ' his craft , And while the people clamour'd for a king , Had Arthur crown'd ; but after ...
... cried , " Away with him ! No king of ours ! a son of Gorloïs he , Or else the child of Anton , and no king , Or else baseborn . " Yet Merlin thro ' his craft , And while the people clamour'd for a king , Had Arthur crown'd ; but after ...
17. oldal
... seas- Ye come from Arthur's court : think ye this king- So few his knights , however brave they be― Hath body enow to beat his foemen down ? " " O king , " she cried , " and 4 C OF ARTHUR . 17 Then while the king debated with himself ...
... seas- Ye come from Arthur's court : think ye this king- So few his knights , however brave they be― Hath body enow to beat his foemen down ? " " O king , " she cried , " and 4 C OF ARTHUR . 17 Then while the king debated with himself ...
18. oldal
... cried , ' Be thou the king , and we will work thy will Who love thee . ' Then the king in low deep tones , And simple words of great authority , Bound them by so strait vows to his own self , That when they rose , knighted from kneeling ...
... cried , ' Be thou the king , and we will work thy will Who love thee . ' Then the king in low deep tones , And simple words of great authority , Bound them by so strait vows to his own self , That when they rose , knighted from kneeling ...
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armour arms Arthur Arthur's court ask'd bandit beast Bedivere beheld BODLEIAN LIBRARY boon break Broceliande Caerleon caitiff call'd Camelot cast charger charm child cried crown'd crying damsel dark dead dear Drave dream Dubric Earl Doorm Edyrn Enid Ev'n evermore eyes face faded silk fair fame fear fixt Flash'd follow'd GERAINT AND ENID glance goodly Gorloïs Guinevere hall hand hate Hath hear heard heart heaven hollow horse jousts King Arthur King Uther kiss'd knew knight lady Leodogran Limours look'd lord maiden Merlin morn mowers never noble o'er once pale Prince Geraint Queen rest return'd ride rode rose seem'd shame Sir Lancelot spake sparrow-hawk speak stainless stood sweet Table Round tell thee thine things thou thought thro Thy wheel turn'd Uther vext Vivien answer'd smiling voice watch'd wave weep wife wine word wrought yellow sea Yniol
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188. oldal - In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours, Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers: Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all. "It is the little rift within the lute, That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.
4. oldal - Swarm'd overseas, and harried what was left. And so there grew great tracts of wilderness, Wherein the beast was ever more and more, But man was less and less, till Arthur came.
207. oldal - Thou read the book, my pretty Vivien ! O ay, it is but twenty pages long, But every page having an ample marge, And every marge enclosing in the midst A square of text that looks a little blot, The text no larger than the limbs of fleas ; And every square of text an awful charm, Writ in a language that has long gone by.
178. oldal - I have follow'd thro' the world, And I will pay you worship; tread me down And I will kiss you for it;' he was mute: So dark a forethought roll'd about his brain, As on a dull day in an Ocean cave The blind wave feeling round his long sea-hall In silence: wherefore, when she lifted up A face of sad appeal, and spake and said, 'O Merlin, do ye love me?
177. oldal - Merlin, overtalk'd and overworn, Had yielded, told her all the charm, and slept. Then, in one moment, she put forth the charm Of woven paces and of waving hands, And in the hollow oak he lay as dead, And lost to life and use and name and fame. Then crying ' I have made his glory mine...
61. oldal - Turn thy wild wheel thro' sunshine, storm, and cloud ; Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate. ' Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel with smile or frown ; With that wild wheel we go not up or down ; Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great. ' Smile and we smile, the lords of many lands ; Frown and we smile, the lords of our own hands ; For man is man and master of his fate. ' Turn, turn thy wheel above the staring crowd ; Thy wheel and thou are shadows in the cloud ; Thy wheel and thee we neither...
42. oldal - Who, moving, cast the coverlet aside, And bared the knotted column of his throat, The massive square of his heroic breast, And arms on which the standing muscle sloped, As slopes a wild brook o'er a little stone, Running too vehemently to break upon it.
227. oldal - Of petulancy ; she call'd him lord and liege, Her seer, her bard, her silver star of eve, Her God, her Merlin, the one passionate love Of her whole life...