The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson |
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6. oldal
... HILL 251 sitive Mind not in Unity with Itself ... 236 " The lights and shadows fly . " The Burial of Love .... 238 II . AT THE WINDOW .. 251 Το 238 " Vine , vine and eglantine . " Song . 238 III . GONE ! 251 Song . 238 " Gone ! gone ...
... HILL 251 sitive Mind not in Unity with Itself ... 236 " The lights and shadows fly . " The Burial of Love .... 238 II . AT THE WINDOW .. 251 Το 238 " Vine , vine and eglantine . " Song . 238 III . GONE ! 251 Song . 238 " Gone ! gone ...
14. oldal
... hills that mound the sea , Overblown with murmurs harsh , Or even a lowly cottage whence we see Stretch'd wide and wild the waste enormous marsh , Where from the frequent bridge , Like emblems of infinity , The trenched waters run from ...
... hills that mound the sea , Overblown with murmurs harsh , Or even a lowly cottage whence we see Stretch'd wide and wild the waste enormous marsh , Where from the frequent bridge , Like emblems of infinity , The trenched waters run from ...
15. oldal
... hill ? Hence that look and smile of thine , Spiritual Adeline . A CHARACTER . WITH a half - glance upon the sky At night he said , " The wanderings Of this most intricate Universe Teach me the nothingness of things . " Yet could not all ...
... hill ? Hence that look and smile of thine , Spiritual Adeline . A CHARACTER . WITH a half - glance upon the sky At night he said , " The wanderings Of this most intricate Universe Teach me the nothingness of things . " Yet could not all ...
16. oldal
... hill swells High over the full - toned sea : O hither , come hither and furl your sails , Come hither to me and to me : Hither , come hither and frolic and play ; Here it is only the mew that wails ; We will sing to you all the day ...
... hill swells High over the full - toned sea : O hither , come hither and furl your sails , Come hither to me and to me : Hither , come hither and frolic and play ; Here it is only the mew that wails ; We will sing to you all the day ...
21. oldal
... hills and fields among , They heard her singing her last song , The Lady of Shalott . Heard a carol , mournful , holy , Chanted loudly , chanted lowly , Till her blood was frozen slowly , And her eyes were darken'd wholly , Turn'd to ...
... hills and fields among , They heard her singing her last song , The Lady of Shalott . Heard a carol , mournful , holy , Chanted loudly , chanted lowly , Till her blood was frozen slowly , And her eyes were darken'd wholly , Turn'd to ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
answer'd arms Arthur beneath blood blow breath brows Caerleon call'd Camelot child Cloth cloud cres cried Dagonet dark dead dear death deep dream earth Enid ev'n Excalibur eyes face fair fall fear fire flower Gawain Geraint golden Gorlois Guinevere hall hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven holy JOHN S. C. ABBOTT jousts king King Arthur kiss knew Lady Lady of Shalott Lancelot land Lavaine light Limours lips live look look'd lord maid maiden Merlin moon morn mother move never night noble o'er once Queen rode rose round seem'd shadow shame sing Sir Bedivere Sir Lancelot Sir Pelleas sleep smile song soul spake speak spirit star stept stood sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro turn'd vext voice weep wild wind wood words
Népszerű szakaszok
56. oldal - 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.
83. 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.
105. oldal - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
185. oldal - Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid, Not only to keep down the base in man, But teach high thought, and amiable words And courtliness, and the desire of fame, And love of truth, and all that makes a man.
80. oldal - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
41. oldal - Then spoke King Arthur, breathing heavily : " What is it thou hast seen ? or what hast heard ?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : " I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
139. oldal - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die, Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
41. oldal - And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea. Where I will heal me of my grievous wound." 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...
12. oldal - The broken sheds look'd sad and strange : Unlifted was the clinking latch ; Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange. She only said, ' My life is dreary, He Cometh not...
189. oldal - The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels And on a sudden, lo! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.