The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson |
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9. oldal
... till the latest day ! May children of our children say , " She wrought her people lasting good ; " Her court was pure ; her life serene ; God gave her peace ; her land reposed ; A thousand claims to reverence closed In her as Mother ...
... till the latest day ! May children of our children say , " She wrought her people lasting good ; " Her court was pure ; her life serene ; God gave her peace ; her land reposed ; A thousand claims to reverence closed In her as Mother ...
19. oldal
... till they kiss'd me Laughingly , laughingly . Oh what a happy life were mine Under the hollow - hung ocean green ! Soft are the moss - beds under the sea ; We would live merrily , merrily . THE MERMAID . 1 . Who would be A mermaid fair ...
... till they kiss'd me Laughingly , laughingly . Oh what a happy life were mine Under the hollow - hung ocean green ! Soft are the moss - beds under the sea ; We would live merrily , merrily . THE MERMAID . 1 . Who would be A mermaid fair ...
21. oldal
... Till her blood was frozen slowly , And her eyes were darken'd wholly , Turn'd to tower'd Camelot ; For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water - side , Singing in her song she died , The Lady of Shalott . Under tower ...
... Till her blood was frozen slowly , And her eyes were darken'd wholly , Turn'd to tower'd Camelot ; For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water - side , Singing in her song she died , The Lady of Shalott . Under tower ...
32. oldal
... Till Charles's Wain came out above the tall white chimney - tops . There's not a flower on all the hills ; the frost is on the pane : I only wish to live till the snowdrops come again : I wish the snow would melt and the sun come out on ...
... Till Charles's Wain came out above the tall white chimney - tops . There's not a flower on all the hills ; the frost is on the pane : I only wish to live till the snowdrops come again : I wish the snow would melt and the sun come out on ...
41. oldal
... till the end , true soul and sweet . Nothing comes to thee new or strange , Sleep full of rest from head to feet ; Lie still , dry dust , secure of change . You ask me , why , tho ' ill at ease , Within this region I subsist , Whose ...
... till the end , true soul and sweet . Nothing comes to thee new or strange , Sleep full of rest from head to feet ; Lie still , dry dust , secure of change . You ask me , why , tho ' ill at ease , Within this region I subsist , Whose ...
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.