Idyls of the KingTicknor and Fields, 1866 - 178 oldal |
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6. oldal
... o'er a little stone , Running too vehemently to break upon it . And Enid woke and sat beside the couch , Admiring him , and thought within herself , Was ever man so grandly made as he ? Then , like a shadow , past the people's talk And ...
... o'er a little stone , Running too vehemently to break upon it . And Enid woke and sat beside the couch , Admiring him , and thought within herself , Was ever man so grandly made as he ? Then , like a shadow , past the people's talk And ...
11. oldal
... As of a broad brook o'er a shingly bed Brawling , or like a clamor of the rooks At distance , ere they settle for the night . And onward to the fortress rode the three , And ENID . II "Beheld the long street of a little town.
... As of a broad brook o'er a shingly bed Brawling , or like a clamor of the rooks At distance , ere they settle for the night . And onward to the fortress rode the three , And ENID . II "Beheld the long street of a little town.
13. oldal
... here to - morrow morn , And there is scantly time for half the work . Arms ? truth ! I know not all are wanted here . Harborage ? truth , good truth , I know not , save , It may be , at Earl Yniol's , o'er the ENID . 13.
... here to - morrow morn , And there is scantly time for half the work . Arms ? truth ! I know not all are wanted here . Harborage ? truth , good truth , I know not , save , It may be , at Earl Yniol's , o'er the ENID . 13.
14. oldal
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. It may be , at Earl Yniol's , o'er the bridge . Yonder . " He spoke and fell to work again . Then rode Geraint , a little spleenful yet , Across the bridge that spann'd the dry ravine . There musing sat ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. It may be , at Earl Yniol's , o'er the bridge . Yonder . " He spoke and fell to work again . Then rode Geraint , a little spleenful yet , Across the bridge that spann'd the dry ravine . There musing sat ...
16. oldal
... o'er a mount of newly - fallen stones , The dusky - rafter'd many - cobweb'd Hall , He found an ancient dame in dim brocade ; And near her , like a blossom vermeil - white , That lightly breaks a faded flower - sheath , Moved the fair ...
... o'er a mount of newly - fallen stones , The dusky - rafter'd many - cobweb'd Hall , He found an ancient dame in dim brocade ; And near her , like a blossom vermeil - white , That lightly breaks a faded flower - sheath , Moved the fair ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON arms Arthur ask'd blood boon break Caerleon caitiff call'd Camelot charger charm child court cried crying damsel dead dear death diamond Drave Dubric Earl Doorm Edyrn Elaine Enid ev'n eyes face fair Fair lord fame Farewell father fear fell follow'd free love Gawain gentle grace Guinevere hall hand hear heard heart heaven horse jousts King King's kiss'd knew knight lady lance land late Lavaine lily maid Limours lived look'd lord maiden Merlin Modred morn moving never noble o'er once pale passion past pray Prince Geraint prize Queen realm rest return'd ride rode rose seem'd shame shield Sir Lancelot smiling spake sparrow-hawk speak spoke stept sweet Table Round tender thee thou thought thrice thro told true turn'd vext Vivien answer'd voice weep wild word wound Wroth wrought yellow sea Yniol
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170. oldal - To lead sweet lives in purest chastity, To love one maiden only, cleave to her, And worship her by years of noble deeds, Until they won her; for indeed I knew 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.
71. oldal - Merlin, overtalk'd and overworn, Had yielded, told her all the charm, and slept. Then, in one moment, she put forth the charm Of woven paces and of waving hands, And in the hollow oak he lay as dead, And lost to life and use and name and fame. Then crying ' I have made his glory mine...
138. oldal - ... puts an end to pain : I know not which is sweeter, no, not I. ' Love, art thou sweet ? then bitter death must be : Love, thou art bitter ; sweet is death to me. 0 Love, if death be sweeter, let me die. 'Sweet love, that seems not made to fade away, Sweet death, that seems to make us loveless clay, 1 know not which is sweeter, no, not I.
1. 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...
16. 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 shadows...
118. oldal - Their plumes driv'n backward by the wind they made In moving, all together down upon him Bare, as a wild wave in the wide North-sea, Green-glimmering toward the summit, bears, with all Its stormy crests that smoke against the skies, Down on a bark, and overbears the bark, And him that helms it, so they overbore Sir Lancelot and his charger, and a spear Down-glancing lamed the charger, and a spear Prick'd sharply his own cuirass, and the head Pierced thro' his side, and there snapt, and remain'd.
1. oldal - 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...
113. oldal - As when a painter, poring on a face, Divinely thro' all hindrance finds the man Behind it, and so paints him that his face, The shape and color of a mind and life, Lives for his children, ever at its best...
170. oldal - To reverence the king, as if he were Their conscience, and their conscience as their king. To break the heathen, and uphold the Christ; To ride abroad, redressing human wrongs; To speak no slander, no, nor listen to it; To lead sweet lives, in purest chastity; To love one maiden only, cleave to her, And worship her by years of noble deeds Until they won her...
143. oldal - Farewell, sweet sister,' parted all in tears. Then rose the dumb old servitor, and the dead, Oared by the dumb, went upward with the flood — In her right hand the lily, in her left The letter — all her bright hair streaming down — And all the coverlid was cloth of gold Drawn to her waist, and she herself in white All but her face, and that clear-featured face Was lovely, for she did not seem as dead, But fast asleep, and lay as though she smiled.