Poems, 1. kötetEdward Moxon, Dover Street, 1843 - 231 oldal |
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65. oldal
... speak , And then the tears run down my cheek , Oriana : What wantest thou ? whom dost thou seek , Oriana ? I cry aloud : none hear my cries , Oriana . Thou comest atween me and the skies , Oriana . I feel the tears of blood arise Up ...
... speak , And then the tears run down my cheek , Oriana : What wantest thou ? whom dost thou seek , Oriana ? I cry aloud : none hear my cries , Oriana . Thou comest atween me and the skies , Oriana . I feel the tears of blood arise Up ...
108. oldal
... d there . But when at last I dared to speak , The lanes , you know , were white with may : Your ripe lips moved not , but your cheek Flush'd like the coming of the day ; And so it was - half - sly , half 108 THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER .
... d there . But when at last I dared to speak , The lanes , you know , were white with may : Your ripe lips moved not , but your cheek Flush'd like the coming of the day ; And so it was - half - sly , half 108 THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER .
120. oldal
... speak , and build up all My sorrow with my song , as yonder walls Rose slowly to a music slowly breathed , A cloud that gather'd shape : for it may be That , while I speak of it , a little while My heart may wander from its deeper woe ...
... speak , and build up all My sorrow with my song , as yonder walls Rose slowly to a music slowly breathed , A cloud that gather'd shape : for it may be That , while I speak of it , a little while My heart may wander from its deeper woe ...
129. oldal
... speak my mind , And tell her to her face how much I hate Her presence , hated both of Gods and men . " O mother , hear me yet before I die . Hath he not sworn his love a thousand times , In this green valley , under this green hill , Ev ...
... speak my mind , And tell her to her face how much I hate Her presence , hated both of Gods and men . " O mother , hear me yet before I die . Hath he not sworn his love a thousand times , In this green valley , under this green hill , Ev ...
160. oldal
... speaking , like a flash of light . They call me cruel - hearted , but I care not what they say , For I'm to be Queen o ' the May , mother , I'm to be Queen o ' the May . VI . They say he's dying all for love , 160 THE MAY QUEEN .
... speaking , like a flash of light . They call me cruel - hearted , but I care not what they say , For I'm to be Queen o ' the May , mother , I'm to be Queen o ' the May . VI . They say he's dying all for love , 160 THE MAY QUEEN .
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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