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vi. oldal
... BREAK , BREAK , BREAK ' . 73 75 77 THE POET'S SONG 79 FROM THE PRINCESS . ' ' AS THROUGH THE LAND AT EVE WE WENT " SWEET AND LOW , SWEET AND LOW ' 6 THE SPLENDOUR FALLS ON CASTLE WALLS ' 6 TEARS , IDLE TEARS , I KNOW NOT WHAT THEY MEAN ...
... BREAK , BREAK , BREAK ' . 73 75 77 THE POET'S SONG 79 FROM THE PRINCESS . ' ' AS THROUGH THE LAND AT EVE WE WENT " SWEET AND LOW , SWEET AND LOW ' 6 THE SPLENDOUR FALLS ON CASTLE WALLS ' 6 TEARS , IDLE TEARS , I KNOW NOT WHAT THEY MEAN ...
20. oldal
... Oriana ! How could I rise and come away , Oriana ? How could I look upon the day ? They should have stabb'd me where I lay , Oriana- They should have trod me into clay , Oriana . O breaking heart that will not break , Oriana ! 20.
... Oriana ! How could I rise and come away , Oriana ? How could I look upon the day ? They should have stabb'd me where I lay , Oriana- They should have trod me into clay , Oriana . O breaking heart that will not break , Oriana ! 20.
21. oldal
Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) O breaking heart that will not break , Oriana ! O pale , pale face so sweet and meek , Oriana ! Thou smilest , but thou dost not speak , And then the tears run down my cheek , Oriana : What wantest thou ...
Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) O breaking heart that will not break , Oriana ! O pale , pale face so sweet and meek , Oriana ! Thou smilest , but thou dost not speak , And then the tears run down my cheek , Oriana : What wantest thou ...
32. oldal
... break a country heart For pastime , ere you went to town . At me you smiled , but unbeguiled I saw the snare , and I retired : The daughter of a hundred Earls , You are not one to be desired . Lady Clara Vere de Vere , I know you proud.
... break a country heart For pastime , ere you went to town . At me you smiled , but unbeguiled I saw the snare , and I retired : The daughter of a hundred Earls , You are not one to be desired . Lady Clara Vere de Vere , I know you proud.
33. oldal
... break for your sweet sake A heart that doats on truer charms . A simple maiden in her flower Is worth a hundred coats - of - arms . Lady Clara Vere de Vere , Some meeker pupil you must find , For were you queen of all that is , I could ...
... break for your sweet sake A heart that doats on truer charms . A simple maiden in her flower Is worth a hundred coats - of - arms . Lady Clara Vere de Vere , Some meeker pupil you must find , For were you queen of all that is , I could ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON aweary ay-the winds beggar maid Blow break bride Bridegroom bugle cloth Cophetua dark dark the night dead death Department of HENRY dreary dying Earl was fair Edition Edward Gray Ellen Adair enemies have fall'n eyes Fall battleaxe flash brand folds thy grave golden green that folds happy happy day heard heart of Edward heaven join the brimming KEGAN PAUL King reign kiss kiss'd Lady Clara Vere late Let me fly Let the King Let them rave little birdie love hath smiled LUCRETIUS lute Maud Milking the cow moon mother night o'er Oriana Paternoster Square Poems Publishing Department Queen Ring rivulet Roll rose shining sleep SONG star stept Swallow SWEET AND LOW Sweet Emma Moreland sweeter tears thine thou thro turret and tree valley Vere de Vere voice Walter Crane whither wild wild bells ye cannot enter yonder
Népszerű szakaszok
75. oldal - And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. •TEARS, IDLE TEARS, I KNOW NOT WHAT THEY MEAN.' ItEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
ii. oldal - He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
71. oldal - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
93. oldal - RING out wild bells to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
115. oldal - And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever...
73. 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.
65. oldal - But, O, for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
120. oldal - Then they rode back, but not, Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them...
49. oldal - AND on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old...
24. oldal - Lady Clara Vere de Vere, Some meeker pupil you must find, For were you queen of all that is, I could not stoop to such a mind. You sought to prove how I could love, And my disdain is my reply. The lion on your old stone gates Is not more cold to you than I.