The Works of Alfred Tennyson, 838. kiadás,5. kötetHenry S. King, 1874 |
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21. oldal
... shameful swiftness : afterward , Not many moons , King Uther died himself , Moaning and wailing for an heir to rule After him , lest the realm should go to wrack . And that same night , the night of the new year , By reason of the ...
... shameful swiftness : afterward , Not many moons , King Uther died himself , Moaning and wailing for an heir to rule After him , lest the realm should go to wrack . And that same night , the night of the new year , By reason of the ...
41. oldal
... Shame ! Man am I grown , a man's work must I do . Follow the deer ? follow the Christ , the King , Live pure , speak true , right wrong , follow the King- Else , wherefore born ? ' To whom the mother said , ' Sweet son , for there be ...
... Shame ! Man am I grown , a man's work must I do . Follow the deer ? follow the Christ , the King , Live pure , speak true , right wrong , follow the King- Else , wherefore born ? ' To whom the mother said , ' Sweet son , for there be ...
47. oldal
... shame A man should not be bound by , yet the which No man can keep ; but , so thou dread to swear , Pass not beneath this gateway , but abide Without , among the cattle of the field . For an ye heard a music , like enow They are ...
... shame A man should not be bound by , yet the which No man can keep ; but , so thou dread to swear , Pass not beneath this gateway , but abide Without , among the cattle of the field . For an ye heard a music , like enow They are ...
55. oldal
... shame thy judging of him . ' Then Kay , ' What murmurest thou of mystery ? Think ye this fellow will poison the King's dish ? Nay , for he spake too fool - like : mystery ! Tut , an the lad were noble , he had ask'd For horse and armour ...
... shame thy judging of him . ' Then Kay , ' What murmurest thou of mystery ? Think ye this fellow will poison the King's dish ? Nay , for he spake too fool - like : mystery ! Tut , an the lad were noble , he had ask'd For horse and armour ...
58. oldal
... Shame never made girl redder than Gareth joy . He laugh'd ; he sprang . ' Out of the smoke , at once I leap from Satan's foot to Peter's knee- These news be mine , none other's - nay , the King's— Descend into the city : ' whereon he ...
... Shame never made girl redder than Gareth joy . He laugh'd ; he sprang . ' Out of the smoke , at once I leap from Satan's foot to Peter's knee- These news be mine , none other's - nay , the King's— Descend into the city : ' whereon he ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON arm'd armour arms Arthur Arthur's hall ask'd bandit beast Bedivere beheld brake Caerleon caitiff call'd Camelot cast charger child cloth court cried crying damsel dead dear drave dream Dubric Earl Doorm Edyrn Enid ev'n eyes face fair fear fight flowers follow'd Gareth answer'd Gawain GERAINT AND ENID glory gold goodly Gorloïs Guinevere hand hate hath hear heard heart heaven horse jousts kitchen-knave knave knight knowest lady lance Leodogran Limours look'd lord Lynette Lyonors maiden Merlin Modred morn mother never noble o'er once overthrown past Prince Geraint Queen quest realm return'd ride rode rose scullion seem'd seneschal shalt shame shield Sir Gareth Sir Kay Sir King Sir Lancelot slay smiled spake sparrow-hawk speak star stood sweet Table Round tell thee thine thou art thou hast thro turn'd Uther vext voice watch'd wherefore wild Yniol
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26. oldal - Clang battleaxe, and clash brand ! Let the King reign. ' Strike for the King and die ! and if thou diest, The King is King, and ever wills the highest. Clang battleaxe, and clash brand ! Let the King reign.
120. oldal - O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ourselves, By taking true for false, or false for true ; Here, thro...
1. oldal - DEDICATION. THESE to His Memory — since he held them dear, Perchance as finding there unconsciously Some image of himself — I dedicate, I dedicate, I consecrate with tears — These Idylls. And indeed He seems to me Scarce other than my king's ideal knight, ' Who reverenced his conscience as his king; Whose glory was, redressing human wrong ; Who spake no slander, no, nor listen'd to it; Who loved one only and who clave to her...
25. oldal - Fulfil the boundless purpose of their King!' So Dubric said; but when they left the shrine Great Lords from Rome before the portal stood, In scornful stillness gazing as they past; Then while they paced a city all on fire With sun and cloth of gold, the trumpets blew, And Arthur's knighthood sang before the King: — ' Blow trumpet, for the world is white with May; Blow trumpet, the long night hath roll'd away! Blow thro''the living world —
2. oldal - How modest, kindly, all-accomplish'd, wise, With what sublime repression of himself, And in what limits, and how tenderly ; Not swaying to this faction or to that ; Not making his high place the lawless perch Of wing'd ambitions, nor a vantage-ground For pleasure ; but thro...
101. oldal - Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel and lower the proud; Turn thy wild wheel thro' sunshine, storm, and cloud ; Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate. ' Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel with smile or frown ; With that wild wheel we go not up or down ; Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great. ' Smile and we smile, the lords of many lands ; Frown and we smile, the lords of our own hands ; For man is man and master of his fate. ' Turn, turn thy wheel above the staring crowd ; Thy wheel and thou are...
41. oldal - King; tho' some there be that hold The King a shadow, and the city real: Yet take thou heed of him, for, so thou pass Beneath this archway, then wilt thou become A thrall to his enchantments, for the King Will bind thee by such vows, as is a shame A man should not be bound by, yet the which No man can keep...
17. oldal - And ere it left their faces, thro' the cross And those around it and the Crucified, Down from the casement over Arthur, smote Flame-colour, vert and azure, in three rays, One falling upon each of three fair queens, Who stood in silence near his throne, the friends Of Arthur, gazing on him, tall, with bright Sweet faces, who will help him at his need.
18. oldal - And near him stood the Lady of the Lake, Who knows a subtler magic than his own — Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful. She gave the King his huge cross-hiked sword, Whereby to drive the heathen out : a mist Of incense curl'd about her, and her face Wellnigh was hidden in the minster gloom ; But there was heard among the holy hymns A voice as of the waters, for she dwells Down in a deep ; calm, whatsoever storms May shake the world, and when the surface rolls, Hath power to walk the waters...
10. oldal - O ye stars that shudder over me, 0 earth that soundest hollow under me, Vext with waste dreams ? for saving I be join'd To her that is the fairest under heaven, 1 seem as nothing in the mighty world, And cannot will my will nor work my work Wholly, nor make "myself in mine own realm Victor and lord. But were I join'd with her, Then might we live together as one life, And reigning with one will in everything Have power on this dark land to lighten it, And power on this dead world to make it live.