Poetical Works, 1. kötetTicknor and Fields, 1861 |
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23. oldal
... things . " Yet could not all creation pierce Beyond the bottom of his eye . II . He spake of beauty : that the dull Saw no divinity in grass , Life in dead stones , or spirit in air ; Then looking as ' twere in a glass , He smoothed his ...
... things . " Yet could not all creation pierce Beyond the bottom of his eye . II . He spake of beauty : that the dull Saw no divinity in grass , Life in dead stones , or spirit in air ; Then looking as ' twere in a glass , He smoothed his ...
36. oldal
... jaspers under the sea ; Then all the dry pied things that be In the hueless mosses under the sea Would curl round my silver feet silently , All looking up for the love of me . And if I should carol aloud , from aloft All 36 THE MERMAID .
... jaspers under the sea ; Then all the dry pied things that be In the hueless mosses under the sea Would curl round my silver feet silently , All looking up for the love of me . And if I should carol aloud , from aloft All 36 THE MERMAID .
37. oldal
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. And if I should carol aloud , from aloft All things that are forked , and horned , and soft , Would lean out from the hollow sphere of the sea , All looking down for the love of me . SONNET TO J. M. K. My ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. And if I should carol aloud , from aloft All things that are forked , and horned , and soft , Would lean out from the hollow sphere of the sea , All looking down for the love of me . SONNET TO J. M. K. My ...
54. oldal
... would not see ; She spoke at large of many things , And at the last she spoke of me ; And turning looked upon your face , As near this door you sat apart , And rose , and , with a silent grace Approaching 54 THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER . 54.
... would not see ; She spoke at large of many things , And at the last she spoke of me ; And turning looked upon your face , As near this door you sat apart , And rose , and , with a silent grace Approaching 54 THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER . 54.
71. oldal
... things in order stored , A haunt of ancient Peace . Nor these alone , but every landscape fair , As fit for every mood of mind , Or gay , or grave , or sweet , or stern , was there , Not less than truth designed . * * * * Or the maid ...
... things in order stored , A haunt of ancient Peace . Nor these alone , but every landscape fair , As fit for every mood of mind , Or gay , or grave , or sweet , or stern , was there , Not less than truth designed . * * * * Or the maid ...
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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,