Early Poems, 1. kötetMacmillan and Company, 1888 |
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4. oldal
... clear - voiced mavis dwelleth , The callow throstle lispeth , The slumbrous wave outwelleth , The babbling runnel crispeth , The hollow grot replieth Where Claribel low - lieth . NOTHING WILL DIE . WHEN will the stream be aweary CLARIBEL .
... clear - voiced mavis dwelleth , The callow throstle lispeth , The slumbrous wave outwelleth , The babbling runnel crispeth , The hollow grot replieth Where Claribel low - lieth . NOTHING WILL DIE . WHEN will the stream be aweary CLARIBEL .
6. oldal
... will not fade . So let the wind range ; For even and morn Ever will be Thro ' eternity . Nothing was born ; Nothing will die ; All things will change . ALL THINGS WILL DIE . CLEARLY the blue river chimes 6 NOTHING WILL DIE .
... will not fade . So let the wind range ; For even and morn Ever will be Thro ' eternity . Nothing was born ; Nothing will die ; All things will change . ALL THINGS WILL DIE . CLEARLY the blue river chimes 6 NOTHING WILL DIE .
7. oldal
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. ALL THINGS WILL DIE . CLEARLY the blue river chimes in its flowing Under my eye ; Warmly and broadly the south winds are blowing Over the sky . One after another the white clouds are fleeting ; Every heart ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. ALL THINGS WILL DIE . CLEARLY the blue river chimes in its flowing Under my eye ; Warmly and broadly the south winds are blowing Over the sky . One after another the white clouds are fleeting ; Every heart ...
9. oldal
... clearly ; Deeply the wood - dove coos ; shrilly the owlet halloos ; Winds creep ; dews fall chilly in her first sleep earth breathes stilly : : Over the pools in the burn water - gnats murmur and mourn . Sadly the far kine loweth : the ...
... clearly ; Deeply the wood - dove coos ; shrilly the owlet halloos ; Winds creep ; dews fall chilly in her first sleep earth breathes stilly : : Over the pools in the burn water - gnats murmur and mourn . Sadly the far kine loweth : the ...
13. oldal
... - mailed trust , and clear Delight , the infant's dawning year . Would that my gloomed fancy were As thine , my mother , when with brows Propt on thy knees , my hands upheld In thine CONFESSIONS OF A SENSITIVE MIND . 13.
... - mailed trust , and clear Delight , the infant's dawning year . Would that my gloomed fancy were As thine , my mother , when with brows Propt on thy knees , my hands upheld In thine CONFESSIONS OF A SENSITIVE MIND . 13.
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204. oldal - COURAGE!" he said, and pointed toward the land, "This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In the afternoon they came unto a land, In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.
39. oldal - WHEN cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground, And the far-off stream is dumb, And the whirring sail goes round, And the whirring sail goes round ; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits.
208. oldal - All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave? 5° All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence; ripen, fall, and cease: Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease.
205. oldal - And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below. They saw the gleaming river seaward flow From the inner land : far off, three mountaintops, 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...
206. oldal - And all at once they sang, ' Our island home Is far beyond the wave ; we will no longer roam.
209. oldal - Before them of the ten years' war in Troy, And our great deeds, as half-forgotten things. Is there confusion in the little isle? Let what is broken so remain. The Gods are hard to reconcile: 'Tis hard to settle order once again. There is confusion worse than death...
258. oldal - And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zig-zag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur...
206. oldal - There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro...
261. oldal - The great brand Made lightnings in the splendour of the moon, And flashing round and round, and whirl'd in an arch, Shot like a streamer of the northern morn, Seen where the moving isles of winter shock By night, with noises of the northern sea.
194. oldal - The night-winds come and go, mother, upon the meadow-grass, And the happy stars above them seem to brighten as they pass ; There will not be a drop of rain the whole of the livelong day, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o