Alfred Lord Tennyson: A MemoirMacmillan, 1897 - 926 oldal |
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Alfred Lord Tennyson: A Memoir;, 1. kötet Baron Hallam Tennyson Tennyson Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2018 |
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
admiration affectionately afterwards Alfred Tennyson Anacaona answer Arthur Hallam asked beautiful believe boys brother called Cambridge Carlyle Charles Charles Tennyson d'Eyncourt dark daughter death delight dinner Edmund Lushington Edward Fitzgerald Edward Moxon Emily Emily Tennyson England eyes faith Farringford father feel Fitzgerald friends give happy hear heard heart Henry Hallam honour hope Idylls J. M. Kemble James Spedding John Kemble King Lady letter Lincolnshire lines live London look Lord Lushington Mablethorpe Maud Memoriam mind morning mother Moxon nature never night once Palace of Art perhaps poems poet poetic poetry Princess published Queen remember round seems seen sent sister Somersby song sonnet Spedding spirit stanzas talk tell Tennant thee things thou thought thro told Unpublished verse voice volume walk wish words Wordsworth write written wrote
Népszerű szakaszok
430. oldal - Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
317. oldal - Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, These three alone lead life to sovereign power. Yet not for power (power of herself Would come uncall'd for), but to live by law, Acting the law we live by without fear ; And, because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
420. oldal - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
431. oldal - On God and Godlike men we build our trust. Hush, the Dead March wails in the people's ears: The dark crowd moves, and there are sobs and tears: The black earth yawns: the mortal disappears; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; He is gone who seem'd so great.
315. oldal - Nor thro' the questions men may try, The petty cobwebs we have spun: If e'er when faith had fall'n asleep, I heard a voice "believe no more" And heard an ever-breaking shore That tumbled in the Godless deep; A warmth within the breast would melt The freezing reason's colder part, And like a man in wrath the heart Stood up and answer'd "I have felt.
397. oldal - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
255. oldal - Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast. Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon; Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
214. oldal - Of all the western stars, until I die. It 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 abides; and tho...
519. oldal - As when far off at sea a fleet descried Hangs in the clouds, by equinoctial winds Close sailing from Bengala, or the isles Of Ternate and Tidore, whence merchants bring Their .spicy drugs ; they on the trading flood, 640 Through the wide Ethiopian to the Cape, Ply stemming nightly toward the pole : so seemed Far off the flying Fiend.
393. oldal - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.