The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson. [Vol.8,9 are of the 1878 ed. With] The dramatic works [&c.]. |
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31. oldal
... Dubric the high saint , Chief of the church in Britain , and before The stateliest of her altar - shrines , the king That morn was married , while in stainless white . The fair beginners of a nobler time , And glorying OF ARTHUR . 31.
... Dubric the high saint , Chief of the church in Britain , and before The stateliest of her altar - shrines , the king That morn was married , while in stainless white . The fair beginners of a nobler time , And glorying OF ARTHUR . 31.
41. oldal
... her nature had a taint . At last , it chanced that on a summer morn ( They sleeping each by either ) the new sun Beat thro ' the blindless casement of the room , And heated the strong warrior in his dreams ; Who GERAINT AND ENID . 41.
... her nature had a taint . At last , it chanced that on a summer morn ( They sleeping each by either ) the new sun Beat thro ' the blindless casement of the room , And heated the strong warrior in his dreams ; Who GERAINT AND ENID . 41.
47. oldal
... morn . And when the Queen petition'd for his leave To see the hunt , allow'd it easily . So with the morning all the court were gone . But Guinevere lay late into the morn , Lost in sweet dreams , and dreaming of her love For Lancelot ...
... morn . And when the Queen petition'd for his leave To see the hunt , allow'd it easily . So with the morning all the court were gone . But Guinevere lay late into the morn , Lost in sweet dreams , and dreaming of her love For Lancelot ...
56. oldal
... morn , And there is scantly time for half the work . Arms ? truth ! I know not : all are wanted here . Harbourage ? truth , good truth , I know not , save , It may be , at Earl Yniol's , o'er the bridge Yonder . " He spoke and fell to ...
... morn , And there is scantly time for half the work . Arms ? truth ! I know not : all are wanted here . Harbourage ? truth , good truth , I know not , save , It may be , at Earl Yniol's , o'er the bridge Yonder . " He spoke and fell to ...
59. oldal
... morn When first the liquid note beloved of men Comes flying over many a windy wave To Britain , and in April suddenly Breaks from a coppice gemm'd with green and red , And he suspends his converse with a friend , Or it may be the labour ...
... morn When first the liquid note beloved of men Comes flying over many a windy wave To Britain , and in April suddenly Breaks from a coppice gemm'd with green and red , And he suspends his converse with a friend , Or it may be the labour ...
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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...