Poems, 1. kötetEdward Moxon, 1842 - 231 oldal |
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3. oldal
... fall : But the solemn oaktree sigheth , Thick - leaved , ambrosial , With an ancient melody Of an inward agony , Where Claribel low - lieth At eve the beetle boometh Athwart the thicket lone : B 2 At noon the wild bee hummeth About the ...
... fall : But the solemn oaktree sigheth , Thick - leaved , ambrosial , With an ancient melody Of an inward agony , Where Claribel low - lieth At eve the beetle boometh Athwart the thicket lone : B 2 At noon the wild bee hummeth About the ...
24. oldal
... A goodly time , For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid ! V. Still onward ; and the clear canal Is rounded to as clear a lake . From the green rivage many a fall Of diamond rillets 24 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
... A goodly time , For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid ! V. Still onward ; and the clear canal Is rounded to as clear a lake . From the green rivage many a fall Of diamond rillets 24 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
25. oldal
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. From the green rivage many a fall Of diamond rillets musical , Thro ' little crystal arches low Down from the central fountain's flow Fall'n silver - chiming , seem'd to shake The sparkling flints beneath ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. From the green rivage many a fall Of diamond rillets musical , Thro ' little crystal arches low Down from the central fountain's flow Fall'n silver - chiming , seem'd to shake The sparkling flints beneath ...
35. oldal
... falls Upon the storied walls , For the discovery And newness of thine art so pleased thee , That all which thou hast drawn of fairest Or boldest since , but lightly weighs With thee unto the love thou bearest The first - born of thy ...
... falls Upon the storied walls , For the discovery And newness of thine art so pleased thee , That all which thou hast drawn of fairest Or boldest since , but lightly weighs With thee unto the love thou bearest The first - born of thy ...
36. oldal
... falling down to twilight grots , Or opening upon level plots Of crowned lilies , standing near Purple - spiked lavender : Whither in after life retired From brawling storms , From weary wind , With youthful fancy reinspired , We may ...
... falling down to twilight grots , Or opening upon level plots Of crowned lilies , standing near Purple - spiked lavender : Whither in after life retired From brawling storms , From weary wind , With youthful fancy reinspired , We may ...
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Adeline adown ambrosial ARABIAN NIGHTS beauty beneath blow breath brow call me early Camelot cheek cloud dark dead Dear mother Ida death deep dream DYING SWAN Earl was fair earth 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 mermen merrily mind moan moon morn night o'er Oriana POEMS Queen roll'd rose round saw thro seem'd shadow shallop silent silver sing sleep slowly smile song soul sound spake spirit star stept sweet Sweet Alice tears thee thine thou thought throne turret and tree Vere de Vere voice wander weary weep wild wind wold
Népszerű szakaszok
86. oldal - ... of Shalott. Under tower and balcony, By garden-wall and gallery, A gleaming shape she floated by, Dead-pale between the houses high, Silent into Camelot. Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and burgher, lord and dame, And round the prow they read her name, The Lady of Shalott.
158. oldal - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
175. 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.
182. oldal - Before them of the ten years' war in Troy, And our great deeds, as half-forgotten things. Is there confusion in the little isle? Let what is broken so remain. The Gods are hard to reconcile: 'Tis hard to settle order once again. There is confusion worse than death, Trouble on trouble, pain on pain, Long...
46. oldal - THE poet in a golden clime was born, W.ith golden stars above ; Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.
213. oldal - Tis nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we'll dearly rue for you : What is it we can do for you ? Speak out before you die. His face is growing sharp and thin. Alack ! our friend is gone. Close up his eyes : tie up his chin : Step from the corpse, and let him in That standeth there alone, And waiteth at the door. There's a new foot on the floor, my friend, And a new face at the door, my friend, A new face at the door.
183. oldal - We have had enough of action, and of motion we, Roll'd to starboard, roll'd to larboard, when the surge was seething free, Where the wallowing monster spouted his foamfountains in the sea. Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind, In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind.
162. oldal - The night-winds come and go, mother, upon the meadow-grass, And the happy stars above them seem to brighten as they pass ; There will not be a drop of rain the whole of the livelong day, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o
161. oldal - I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. Little Effie shall go with me to-morrow to the green, And you'll be there too, mother, to see me made the Queen ; For the shepherd lads on every side 'ill come from far away, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o
78. oldal - 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' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.