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9. oldal
... live - green heart of the dells They freshen the silvery - crimson shells , And thick with white bells the clover - hill swells High over the full - toned sea : O hither , come hither and furl your sails , Come hither to me and to me ...
... live - green heart of the dells They freshen the silvery - crimson shells , And thick with white bells the clover - hill swells High over the full - toned sea : O hither , come hither and furl your sails , Come hither to me and to me ...
10. oldal
... lives in the curve of the sand ; Hither , come hither and see ; And the rainbow hangs on the poising wave , And sweet is the colour of cove and cave , And sweet shall your welcome be : O hither , come hither , and be our lords , For ...
... lives in the curve of the sand ; Hither , come hither and see ; And the rainbow hangs on the poising wave , And sweet is the colour of cove and cave , And sweet shall your welcome be : O hither , come hither , and be our lords , For ...
52. oldal
... live my life . Oh ! who would cast and balance at a desk , Perch'd like a crow upon a three - legg'd stool , Till all his juice is dried , and all his joints Are full of chalk ? but let me live my life . Who'd serve the state ? for if I ...
... live my life . Oh ! who would cast and balance at a desk , Perch'd like a crow upon a three - legg'd stool , Till all his juice is dried , and all his joints Are full of chalk ? but let me live my life . Who'd serve the state ? for if I ...
53. oldal
... live my life . Oh ! who would love ? I woo'd a woman once , But she was sharper than an eastern wind , And all my heart turn'd from her , as a thorn Turns from the sea : but let me live my life . ' SLEEP , ELLEN AUBREY , SLEEP . ' LEEP 53.
... live my life . Oh ! who would love ? I woo'd a woman once , But she was sharper than an eastern wind , And all my heart turn'd from her , as a thorn Turns from the sea : but let me live my life . ' SLEEP , ELLEN AUBREY , SLEEP . ' LEEP 53.
102. oldal
... lives in height ( the shep- herd sang ) , In height and cold , the splendour of the hills ? But cease to move so near the Heavens , and cease To glide a sunbeam by the blasted Pine , To sit a star upon the sparkling spire ; And come ...
... lives in height ( the shep- herd sang ) , In height and cold , the splendour of the hills ? But cease to move so near the Heavens , and cease To glide a sunbeam by the blasted Pine , To sit a star upon the sparkling spire ; And come ...
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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.