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225. oldal
I am going a long way With these thou seest—if indeed I go— (For all my mind is
clouded with a doubt) To the island-valley of the Avilion; Where falls not hail, or
rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadowed, happy
, ...
I am going a long way With these thou seest—if indeed I go— (For all my mind is
clouded with a doubt) To the island-valley of the Avilion; Where falls not hail, or
rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadowed, happy
, ...
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answer beauty beneath blow breath brow Camelot clear cloud cold comes crown dark dead Dear death deep door Dora dream drew earth eyes face fair fall field fire floating flow flowers folds garden golden grave green grow hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hills hold hour King kiss knew Lady land light lips live look memory mind moon morn mother move never night o'er once Oriana pass Queen rest rise rose round seemed shadow Shalott side silver sing sitting sleep slowly smile song soul sound speak spirit star stood stream summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought till took turn voice walk wander weary whole wild wind
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211. oldal - If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
206. oldal - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere: 'I heard the ripple washing in the reeds, And the wild water lapping on the crag.
212. oldal - So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away.
146. 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...
208. oldal - My wound hath taken cold, and I shall die." So saying, from the pavement he half rose, Slowly, with pain, reclining on his arm, And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded thro...
67. oldal - ON either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky ; And thro' the field the road runs by To many-tower'd Camelot ; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro...
179. oldal - em away. Old year, you must not go; So long as you have been with us, Such joy as you have seen with us, Old year, you shall not go.
210. oldal - So like a shatter'd column lay the King; Not like that Arthur who, with lance in rest, From spur to plume a star of tournament, Shot thro' the lists at Camelot, and charged Before the eyes of ladies and of kings.
35. oldal - Over its grave i' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the hollyhock, Heavily hangs the tiger-lily. ii The air is damp, and hush'd, and close, As a sick man's room when he taketh repose An hour before death ; My very heart faints and my whole soul grieves At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves, And the breath Of the fading edges of box beneath, And the year's last rose. Heavily hangs the broad...
9. oldal - Her tears fell with the dews at even; Her tears fell ere the dews were dried; She could not look on the sweet heaven, Either at morn or eventide. After the flitting of the bats, When thickest dark did trance the sky, She drew her casement-curtain by, And glanced athwart the glooming flats. 20 She only said, 'The night is dreary, He cometh not,' she said; She said, 'I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!
Bibliográfiai információk
| Cím | Poems, 1. kötet Poems, Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson |
| Szerző | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson |
| Kiadó | Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1854 |
| Eredeti forrása | a New York-i Közkönyvtár |
| Digitalizálva: | 2007. jan. 13. |
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