Poetical Works, 1. kötetTicknor and Fields, 1861 |
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. oldal
... The Vision of Sin . 247 The Skipping Rope . 253 " Move eastward , happy earth , and leave " 254 " Break , break , break " 254 The Poct's Song . 255 The Princess .. 255 TO THE QUEEN . REVERED , beloved , -O you CONTENTS . vii HHA.
... The Vision of Sin . 247 The Skipping Rope . 253 " Move eastward , happy earth , and leave " 254 " Break , break , break " 254 The Poct's Song . 255 The Princess .. 255 TO THE QUEEN . REVERED , beloved , -O you CONTENTS . vii HHA.
33. oldal
... happy thou that liest low , Oriana ! All night the silence seems to flow Beside me in my utter woe , Oriana . A weary , weary way I go , Oriana . When Norland winds pipe down the sea , Oriana , I walk , I dare not think of thee , Oriana ...
... happy thou that liest low , Oriana ! All night the silence seems to flow Beside me in my utter woe , Oriana . A weary , weary way I go , Oriana . When Norland winds pipe down the sea , Oriana , I walk , I dare not think of thee , Oriana ...
35. oldal
... 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 . WHO would be A mermaid fair , Singing alone , Combing her hair Under the sea , In 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 . WHO would be A mermaid fair , Singing alone , Combing her hair Under the sea , In a ...
51. oldal
... happy earth ? I least should breathe a thought of pain . Would God renew me from my birth I'd almost live my life again . So sweet it seems with thee to walk , And once again to woo thee mine- It seems in after - dinner talk Across the ...
... happy earth ? I least should breathe a thought of pain . Would God renew me from my birth I'd almost live my life again . So sweet it seems with thee to walk , And once again to woo thee mine- It seems in after - dinner talk Across the ...
54. oldal
... happy , but she thought I might have looked a little higher ; And I was young - too young to wed : " Yet must I love her for your sake ; Go fetch your Alice here , " she said : Her eyelid quivered as she spake . And down I went to fetch ...
... happy , but she thought I might have looked a little higher ; And I was young - too young to wed : " Yet must I love her for your sake ; Go fetch your Alice here , " she said : Her eyelid quivered as she spake . And down I went to fetch ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON answer arms beneath betwixt blazoned blow breast breath brows Camelot cataract cheek child cloud crown Cyril dark dead dear death deep dipt doors Dora dream dropt earth Edwin Morris Enone Excalibur eyes face fair fall Florian flowers flying folds forever hand happy harken ere hath head hear heard heart Heaven hollow hour king King Arthur kiss knew Lady of Shalott Lady Psyche land Let them rave light lips live Locksley Hall look Lord maid maiden moon morn mother Ida move murmur night o'er Oriana Princess Princess Ida Queen rode rolled rose round sang scorn seemed shadow shame SIMEON STYLITES Sir Bedivere sleep smile song soul sound spake speak spoke star stept stood summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought touch turned unto vext voice weary whisper wild wind woman words
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341. oldal - ... crimson petal, now the white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk ; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font : The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake : So...
183. oldal - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades 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, Myself not least, but...
130. oldal - Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere, •' Ah ! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go ? Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes ? For now I see the true old times are dead, When every morning brought a noble chance, And every chance brought out a noble knight.
127. oldal - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere: '•I heard the ripple washing in the reeds, And the wild water lapping on the crag.
93. oldal - Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height; To hear each other's whisper'd speech; Eating the Lotos day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving lines of creamy spray; To lend our hearts and spirits wholly To the influence of mild-minded melancholy...
226. oldal - EVE. DEEP on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon : My breath to heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord : Make Thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year That in my bosom lies. As these white robes are...
130. oldal - If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
182. oldal - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
24. oldal - THE poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars above ; Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love. He saw thro' life and death, thro' good and ill, He saw thro
239. oldal - He does not love me for my birth, Nor for my lands so broad and fair; He loves me for my own true worth, And that is well,