Poems, 1. kötetEdward Moxon, Dover Street, 1843 - 231 oldal |
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13. oldal
... doors upon their hinges creak'd ; The blue fly sung i ' the pane ; the mouse Behind the mouldering wainscot shriek'd , Or from the crevice peer'd about . Old faces glimmer'd thro ' the doors , Old footsteps trod the upper floors , Old ...
... doors upon their hinges creak'd ; The blue fly sung i ' the pane ; the mouse Behind the mouldering wainscot shriek'd , Or from the crevice peer'd about . Old faces glimmer'd thro ' the doors , Old footsteps trod the upper floors , Old ...
23. oldal
... doors flung open wide , Gold glittering thro ' lamplight dim , And broider'd sofas on each side : In sooth it was a goodly time , For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . III . Often , where clear - stemm'd platans ...
... doors flung open wide , Gold glittering thro ' lamplight dim , And broider'd sofas on each side : In sooth it was a goodly time , For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . III . Often , where clear - stemm'd platans ...
28. oldal
... doors , Flung inward over spangled floors , Broad - based flights of marble stairs Ran up with golden balustrade , After the fashion of the time , And humour of the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . XII . The fourscore windows all ...
... doors , Flung inward over spangled floors , Broad - based flights of marble stairs Ran up with golden balustrade , After the fashion of the time , And humour of the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . XII . The fourscore windows all ...
34. oldal
... door , And chiefly from the brook that loves To purl o'er matted cress and ribbed sand , Or dimple in the dark of rushy coves , Drawing into his narrow earthen urn , In every elbow and turn , The filter'd tribute of the rough woodland ...
... door , And chiefly from the brook that loves To purl o'er matted cress and ribbed sand , Or dimple in the dark of rushy coves , Drawing into his narrow earthen urn , In every elbow and turn , The filter'd tribute of the rough woodland ...
91. oldal
... door , To look at her with slight , and say , " But now thy beauty flows away , So be alone for evermore . " " O cruel heart , " she changed her tone , " And cruel love , whose end is scorn , Is this the end to be left alone , To live ...
... door , To look at her with slight , and say , " But now thy beauty flows away , So be alone for evermore . " " O cruel heart , " she changed her tone , " And cruel love , whose end is scorn , Is this the end to be left alone , To live ...
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Adeline adown ALFRED TENNYSON ARABIAN NIGHTS aweary beauty beneath blow breath brow call me early Camelot cheek cloud dark dead Dear mother Ida death deep divine DOVER STREET dream DYING SWAN Earl was fair earth EDWARD MOXON Eleänore Enone evermore eyes faint fall flame floating flowers folds thy grave forlorn gazing golden prime goose green that folds harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart Heaven Heavily hangs hills hollow kiss Lady Clara Vere Lady of Shalott land lawn Let them rave light Lilian lips live forgotten look'd merman merrily mind moan moon morn New-year night o'er Oriana Queen roll'd rose round saw thro seem'd shadow silver sing sleep slowly smile song soul sound spake spirit star stept sweet tears thee thine thou thought throne turret and tree Vere de Vere voice wander weep wild wind wold
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170. oldal - ... 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 mountain-tops, 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...
169. oldal - Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon; And like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go; And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.
72. oldal - To look down to Camelot She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott And moving thro' a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear.
180. oldal - Those far-renowned brides of ancient song Peopled the hollow dark, like burning stars, And I heard sounds of insult, shame, and wrong, And trumpets blown for wars...
212. oldal - Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace : Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul, While the stars burn, the moons increase, And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet ; Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.
5. 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!
155. oldal - I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. The honeysuckle round the porch has wov'n its wavy bowers, And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers ; And the wild marsh-marigold shines like fire in swamps and hollows gray, And I 'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I 'm to be Queen o
76. oldal - The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot : And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung, Beside remote Shalott.
172. 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...
153. oldal - You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear ; To-morrow 'ill be the happiest time of all the glad New year ; Of all the glad New-year, mother, the maddest merriest day; For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o