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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119. oldal
... Lady Psyche , Lady Blanche ; They fed her theories , in and out of place Maintaining that with equal husbandry The woman were an equal to the man . They harp'd on this ; with this our banquets rang ; Our dances broke and buzz'd in knots ...
... Lady Psyche , Lady Blanche ; They fed her theories , in and out of place Maintaining that with equal husbandry The woman were an equal to the man . They harp'd on this ; with this our banquets rang ; Our dances broke and buzz'd in knots ...
123. oldal
... Lady Psyche . ' ' Which was prettiest , Best - natured ? ' ' Lady Psyche . ' ' Hers are we , ' One voice , we cried ; and I sat down and wrote , In such a hand as when a field of corn Bows all its ears before the roaring East ; ' Three ...
... Lady Psyche . ' ' Which was prettiest , Best - natured ? ' ' Lady Psyche . ' ' Hers are we , ' One voice , we cried ; and I sat down and wrote , In such a hand as when a field of corn Bows all its ears before the roaring East ; ' Three ...
127. oldal
... Lady Psyche will harangue The fresh arrivals of the week before For they press in from all the provinces , And fill the hive . ' She spoke , and bowing waved Dismissal back again we crost the court To Lady Psyche's : as we enter'd in ...
... Lady Psyche will harangue The fresh arrivals of the week before For they press in from all the provinces , And fill the hive . ' She spoke , and bowing waved Dismissal back again we crost the court To Lady Psyche's : as we enter'd in ...
131. oldal
... Lady Psyche . ' I struck in : ' Albeit so mask'd , Madam , I love the truth ; Receive it ; and in me behold the Prince Your countryman , affianced years ago To the Lady Ida : here , for here she was , And thus ( what other way was left ) ...
... Lady Psyche . ' I struck in : ' Albeit so mask'd , Madam , I love the truth ; Receive it ; and in me behold the Prince Your countryman , affianced years ago To the Lady Ida : here , for here she was , And thus ( what other way was left ) ...
132. oldal
... Lady Psyche , ' I rejoin'd , " The fifth in line from that old Florian , Yet hangs his portrait in my father's hall ( The gaunt old Baron with his beetle brow Sun - shaded in the heat of dusty fights ) As he bestrode my Grandsire , when ...
... Lady Psyche , ' I rejoin'd , " The fifth in line from that old Florian , Yet hangs his portrait in my father's hall ( The gaunt old Baron with his beetle brow Sun - shaded in the heat of dusty fights ) As he bestrode my Grandsire , when ...
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310. oldal - Speak to Him thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet — Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.
246. oldal - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
41. oldal - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
232. oldal - BURY the Great Duke With an empire's lamentation, Let us bury the Great Duke To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation, Mourning when their leaders fall, Warriors carry the warrior's pall, And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall.
42. oldal - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
156. oldal - The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
65. oldal - So Leolin went; and as we task ourselves To learn a language known but smatteringly In phrases here and there at random, toil'd Mastering the lawless science of our law, That codeless myriad of precedent, That wilderness of single instances, Thro' which a few, by wit or fortune led, May beat a pathway out to wealth and fame.
156. oldal - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow,...
213. oldal - I strove against the stream and all in vain : Let the great river take me to the main : No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield; Ask me no more.
289. oldal - He seems as one whose footsteps halt, Toiling in immeasurable sand, And o'er a weary, sultry land, Far beneath a blazing vault, Sown in a wrinkle of the monstrous hill, The city sparkles like a grain of salt.