Selections from the Poems of Tennyson: With Parts of The Idylls of the KingScott, Foresman, 1904 - 363 oldal |
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answer'd arms Arthur Hallam Astolat beautiful beneath breath Camelot cloud cried damsel dark dead death deep diamond dream Elaine Excalibur eyes face fair Fair lord father flower follow Gawain Gleam glory Grail Guinevere hall Hallam hand Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart heaven Holy horse Idylls jousts King Arthur kitchen-knave knave knight Lady of Shalott land Lavaine light lily lines live look'd Lord Lynette maid maiden Malory Maud Memoriam Merlin moon morning never noble o'er Palace of Art poem poet proputty Queen rose round says scorn seem'd shadow shame shield Simeon Simeon Stylites Sir Bedivere Sir Gareth Sir Kay Sir Lancelot Sirmio song soul spake stanza star Stopford Brooke story stream sweet tears Tennyson thee thine thou art thought thro turn'd voice weary wild wind word wrote
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238. oldal - Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
229. oldal - The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: ! The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. Tt may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much...
272. oldal - RING out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
171. oldal - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
229. oldal - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
168. oldal - I live three lives of mortal men, So great a miracle as yonder hilt. Then with both hands I flung him...
227. oldal - 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...
172. 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, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away. But when that moan had past for evermore, The stillness of the dead world's winter dawn Amazed him, and he groan'd, "The King is gone.
163. oldal - Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere: 'The sequel of to-day unsolders all The goodliest fellowship of famous knights Whereof this world holds record. Such a sleep They sleep - the men I loved.
230. oldal - The horse and rider reel : They reel, they roll in clanging lists, And when the tide of combat stands, Perfume and flowers fall in showers, That lightly rain from ladies