The Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 3. kötetMacmillan, 1908 |
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10. oldal
... lords stir up the heat of war , Some calling Arthur born of Gorloïs , Others of Anton ? Tell me , ye yourselves , Hold ye this Arthur for King Uther's son ? ' And Ulfius and Brastias answer'd , ' Ay . ' ΙΟ THE COMING OF ARTHUR .
... lords stir up the heat of war , Some calling Arthur born of Gorloïs , Others of Anton ? Tell me , ye yourselves , Hold ye this Arthur for King Uther's son ? ' And Ulfius and Brastias answer'd , ' Ay . ' ΙΟ THE COMING OF ARTHUR .
11. oldal
... hold him less than man : And there be those who deem him more than man , And dream he dropt from heaven : but my belief In all this matter - so ye care to learn— Sir , for ye know that in King Uther's time The prince and warrior Gorloïs ...
... hold him less than man : And there be those who deem him more than man , And dream he dropt from heaven : but my belief In all this matter - so ye care to learn— Sir , for ye know that in King Uther's time The prince and warrior Gorloïs ...
14. oldal
... hold his foemen down ? ' ' O King , ' she cried , and I will tell thee : few , Few , but all brave , all of one mind with him ; For I was near him when the savage yells Of Uther's peerage died , and Arthur sat Crown'd on the daïs , and ...
... hold his foemen down ? ' ' O King , ' she cried , and I will tell thee : few , Few , but all brave , all of one mind with him ; For I was near him when the savage yells Of Uther's peerage died , and Arthur sat Crown'd on the daïs , and ...
26. oldal
... holds me still a child ! Good mother is bad mother unto me ! A worse were better ; yet no worse would I. Heaven yield her for it , but in me put force To weary her ears with one continuous prayer , Until she let me fly discaged to sweep ...
... holds me still a child ! Good mother is bad mother unto me ! A worse were better ; yet no worse would I. Heaven yield her for it , but in me put force To weary her ears with one continuous prayer , Until she let me fly discaged to sweep ...
29. oldal
... hold me yet for child , Hear yet once more the story of the child . For , mother , there was once a King , like ours . [ 00 The prince his heir , when tall and marriageable , Ask'd for a bride ; and thereupon the King Set two before him ...
... hold me yet for child , Hear yet once more the story of the child . For , mother , there was once a King , like ours . [ 00 The prince his heir , when tall and marriageable , Ask'd for a bride ; and thereupon the King Set two before him ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
answer'd arms Arthur's hall ask'd Balan battle Bedivere behold brake brother brought Caerleon call'd Camelot child court cried Dagonet damsel dark dead death dream Dubric Enid ev'n Excalibur eyes face fair fair lord father fell fire flower follow'd fool Galahad Gareth Garlon Gawain Geraint Guinevere hand hath heard heart heathen heaven Holy Grail horse Idylls Isolt jousts King Arthur kitchen-knave knave knight lady lance Lavaine Limours live look'd lord Mabinogion maid maiden Merlin Modred never noble o'er once past Pelleas Percivale Prince Queen quest return'd ride rode rose seem'd shame shield Sir Balin Sir Bedivere Sir Kay Sir Lancelot Sir Pelleas smiled spake speak star stood sweet sword Table Round thee thine thou art thou hast thought thro told tower Tristram turn'd vext Vivien voice vows wherefore wild wood
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415. oldal - 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. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
463. oldal - To-day I saw the dragon-fly Come from the wells where he did lie. "An inner impulse rent the veil Of his old husk : from head to tail Came out clear plates of sapphire mail. "He dried his wings: like gauze they grew: Thro' crofts and pastures wet with dew A living flash of light he flew.
414. oldal - A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, " Place me in the barge,
407. oldal - In aftertime, this also shall be known : But now delay not : take Excalibur, And fling him far into the middle mere : Watch what thou seest, and lightly bring me word.
409. oldal - Thou hast betray'd thy nature and thy name, Not rendering true answer, as beseem'd Thy fealty, nor like a noble knight : For surer sign had follow'd, either hand, Or voice, or else a motion of the mere. This is a shameful thing for men to lie. Yet now, I charge thee, quickly go again As thou art lief and dear, and do the thing I bade thee, watch, and lightly bring me word.
411. oldal - 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.
408. oldal - And o'er him, drawing it, the winter moon, Brightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt : For all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks, Myriads of topaz-lights, and jacinth-work Of subtlest jewellery.
389. oldal - I made them lay their hands in mine, and swear To reverence the King as if he were Their conscience, and their conscience as their King, To break the heathen and uphold the Christ...
408. oldal - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : ' I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
405. oldal - Hard on that helm which many a heathen sword Had beaten thin; while Arthur at one blow, Striking the last stroke with Excalibur, Slew him, and all but slain himself, he fell. So all day long the noise of battle roll'd 170 Among the mountains by the winter sea; Until King Arthur's Table, man by man, Had fall'n in Lyonnesse about their lord, King Arthur.