The Poems of Alred Tennyson, 1830-1863Dent, 1906 - 601 oldal |
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... thee with their silken tresses . " And he ends with rhymes of " emerald glooms " and " golden blooms , " which recall the love of splendid lights and burnished colours shown in his poetry late and early . Another sonnet , which appeared ...
... thee with their silken tresses . " And he ends with rhymes of " emerald glooms " and " golden blooms , " which recall the love of splendid lights and burnished colours shown in his poetry late and early . Another sonnet , which appeared ...
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... thee across the flood , We know thee most , we love thee best , For art thou not of British blood ? Should war's mad blast again be blown , Permit not thou the tyrant powers To fight thy mother here alone , But let thy broadsides roar ...
... thee across the flood , We know thee most , we love thee best , For art thou not of British blood ? Should war's mad blast again be blown , Permit not thou the tyrant powers To fight thy mother here alone , But let thy broadsides roar ...
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... thee To understand my presence , and to feel My fullness ; I have fill'd thy lips with power . I have rais'd thee nigher to the spheres of Heaven , Man's first , last home : and thou with ravish'd sense Listenest the lordly music ...
... thee To understand my presence , and to feel My fullness ; I have fill'd thy lips with power . I have rais'd thee nigher to the spheres of Heaven , Man's first , last home : and thou with ravish'd sense Listenest the lordly music ...
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... thee , Airy Lilian , Like a rose - leaf I will crush thee , Fairy Lilian . VIII ISABEL I EYES not down - dropt nor over - bright , but fed With the clear - pointed flame of chastity , Clear , without heat , undying , tended by Pure ...
... thee , Airy Lilian , Like a rose - leaf I will crush thee , Fairy Lilian . VIII ISABEL I EYES not down - dropt nor over - bright , but fed With the clear - pointed flame of chastity , Clear , without heat , undying , tended by Pure ...
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... thee : -the world hath not another ( Though all her fairest forms are types of thee , And thou of God in thy great charity ) Of such a finish'd chasten'd purity . ( 1853 ) IX ELEGIACS LowFLOWING breezes are roaming the broad valley ...
... thee : -the world hath not another ( Though all her fairest forms are types of thee , And thou of God in thy great charity ) Of such a finish'd chasten'd purity . ( 1853 ) IX ELEGIACS LowFLOWING breezes are roaming the broad valley ...
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answer'd beat beneath blood blow breast breath brows Camelot cheek child cloud cold dark dead death deep dipt Dora dream dropt earth Edwin Morris Eleänore Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fall fear flower folds foolish song golden grave green hand happy harken ere hath head hear heard heart Heaven Hesper hills hour king King Arthur kiss knew Lady Lady of Shalott land light lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord measured words mind moon morn move never night o'er Oriana pain Queen rose round saw thro scorn seem'd shadow Shalott shining silent SIMEON STYLITES sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spake speak spirit star stept stood stream summer sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro truth turn'd unto vext voice weary weep wild wind words
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175. oldal - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle— Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil...
176. oldal - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
255. oldal - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
176. oldal - In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have...
286. oldal - but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries ' a thousand types are gone : I care for nothing, all shall go. Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more.
256. oldal - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust : Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die ; And thou hast made him : thou art just.
183. 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.
133. oldal - Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere: "The sequel of to-day unsolders all The goodliest fellowship of famous knights Whereof this world holds record. Such a sleep They sleep — the men I loved. I think that we Shall never more, at any future time, Delight our souls with talk of knightly deeds. Walking about the gardens and the halls Of Camelot, as in the days that were. I perish by this people which I made, — Tho' Merlin sware that I should come again To rule once more; but, let what will be,...
211. oldal - MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten Because my heart is pure.
175. oldal - Myself not least, but honor'd of them all; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.