Poems, 2. kötetEdward Moxon, 1842 - 231 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 16 találatból.
22. oldal
... senses and my soul ; And vague desires , like fitful blasts of balm To one that travels quickly , made the air Of Life delicious , and all kinds of thought , That verged upon them , sweeter than the dream Dream'd by a happy man , when ...
... senses and my soul ; And vague desires , like fitful blasts of balm To one that travels quickly , made the air Of Life delicious , and all kinds of thought , That verged upon them , sweeter than the dream Dream'd by a happy man , when ...
23. oldal
... smiling said to me , " Hear how the bushes echo ! by my life , These birds have joyful thoughts . Think you they sing Like poets , from the vanity of song ? Or have they any sense of why they sing ? OR , THE PICTURES . 23.
... smiling said to me , " Hear how the bushes echo ! by my life , These birds have joyful thoughts . Think you they sing Like poets , from the vanity of song ? Or have they any sense of why they sing ? OR , THE PICTURES . 23.
24. oldal
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Or have they any sense of why they sing ? And would they praise the heavens for what they have ? ” And I made answer , " Were there nothing else For which to praise the heavens but only love , That only ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Or have they any sense of why they sing ? And would they praise the heavens for what they have ? ” And I made answer , " Were there nothing else For which to praise the heavens but only love , That only ...
48. oldal
... sense that handles daily life— That keeps us all in order more or less— And sick of home went overseas for change . John . And whither ? James . Nay , who knows ? he's here and there . But let him go ; his devil goes with him , As well ...
... sense that handles daily life— That keeps us all in order more or less— And sick of home went overseas for change . John . And whither ? James . Nay , who knows ? he's here and there . But let him go ; his devil goes with him , As well ...
74. oldal
... sense of touch is something coarse , But I believe she wept . XLII . " Then flush'd her cheek with rosy light , She glanced across the plain ; But not a creature was in sight : She kiss'd me once again . XLIII . " Her kisses were so ...
... sense of touch is something coarse , But I believe she wept . XLII . " Then flush'd her cheek with rosy light , She glanced across the plain ; But not a creature was in sight : She kiss'd me once again . XLIII . " Her kisses were so ...
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Alice the nurse AMPHION answer'd beggar maid beneath betwixt blow bold Sir Bedivere bore breast breath cheek child Cophetua crag dark death dipt Dora dream earth Edward Gray Ellen Adair Eustace evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fancy flower folded gate golden gone grew hand happy hast hear heard heart Heaven hope hour King Arthur kiss kiss'd knees Lady Clare last embrace laugh'd light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Ronald mind moon moorland morn never night o'er pass'd praise QUEEN GUINEVERE replied rose round saints seem'd shade SIMEON STYLITES SIR LAUNCELOT sleep song soul sound spake speak stars stept summer sweet thee thine things thou art thought thrice thro thy dreams touch'd truth turn'd unto vapour Vext village maid voice whisper wife wind wither'd words yonder
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105. oldal - From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue ; Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm, With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunderstorm ; Till the war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battle-flags were furl'd In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.
174. oldal - My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
14. oldal - And I, the last, go forth companionless, And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
104. oldal - Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new : That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do...
6. oldal - So saying, from the ruin'd shrine he stept And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur...
11. oldal - And caught him by the hilt, and brandish'd him Three times, and drew him under in the mere. And lightly went the other to the King. Then spoke King Arthur, drawing thicker breath : 'Now see I by thine eyes that this is done. Speak out: what is it thou hast heard, or seen?
97. oldal - As the husband is, the wife is: thou art mated with a clown, And the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down. He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.
89. oldal - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea: I am become a name; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but...
99. oldal - Comfort? comfort scorn'd of devils! this is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. Drug thy memories, lest thou learn it, lest thy heart be put to proof, In the dead unhappy night, and when the rain is on the roof.
15. 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...