The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Complete in Two VolumesTicknor and Fields, 1861 |
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69. oldal
... Dipt down to sea and sands . From those four jets four currents in one swell Across the mountain streamed below In misty folds , that floating as they fell Lit up a torrent - blow . And high on every peak a statue seemed To hang on ...
... Dipt down to sea and sands . From those four jets four currents in one swell Across the mountain streamed below In misty folds , that floating as they fell Lit up a torrent - blow . And high on every peak a statue seemed To hang on ...
128. oldal
... dipt the surface , rose an arm Clothed in white samite , mystic , wonderful , And caught him by the hilt , and brandished him Three times , and drew him under in the meer . And lightly went the other to the King . Then spoke King Arthur ...
... dipt the surface , rose an arm Clothed in white samite , mystic , wonderful , And caught him by the hilt , and brandished him Three times , and drew him under in the meer . And lightly went the other to the King . Then spoke King Arthur ...
136. oldal
... dipt , And mixed with shadows of the common ground ! But the full day dwelt on her brows , and sunned Her violet eyes , and all her Hebe - bloom , And doubled his own warmth against her lips , And on the bounteous wave of such a breast ...
... dipt , And mixed with shadows of the common ground ! But the full day dwelt on her brows , and sunned Her violet eyes , and all her Hebe - bloom , And doubled his own warmth against her lips , And on the bounteous wave of such a breast ...
147. oldal
... Dipt by itself , and we were glad at heart . WALKING TO THE MAIL . John . I'm glad I walked . How fresh the meadows look Above the river , and , but a month ago , The whole hill - side was redder than a fox . Is yon plantation where ...
... Dipt by itself , and we were glad at heart . WALKING TO THE MAIL . John . I'm glad I walked . How fresh the meadows look Above the river , and , but a month ago , The whole hill - side was redder than a fox . Is yon plantation where ...
171. oldal
... dipt and rose , And turned to look at her . XXXIV . " And here she came , and round me played , And sang to me the whole Of those three stanzas that you made About my giant bole ; ' XXXV . " And in a fit of frolic mirth She strove to ...
... dipt and rose , And turned to look at her . XXXIV . " And here she came , and round me played , And sang to me the whole Of those three stanzas that you made About my giant bole ; ' XXXV . " And in a fit of frolic mirth She strove to ...
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131. oldal - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
192. oldal - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see — Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be ; Saw the heavens...
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.
341. oldal - ... 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 fold thyself, my dearest,...
184. 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 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
294. oldal - On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
7. oldal - Upon the middle of the night, Waking she heard the night-fowl crow: The cock sung out an hour ere light: From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her: without hope of change, In sleep she seemed to walk forlorn, Till cold winds woke the gray-eyed morn About the lonely moated grange. She only said, "The day is dreary, He cometh not," she said; She said, "I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!
127. oldal - King Arthur's sword, Excalibur, Wrought by the lonely maiden of the Lake. Nine years she wrought it, sitting in the deeps Upon the hidden bases of the hills.
93. oldal - All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave? 5° All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence — ripen, fall, and cease: Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease.