The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Complete in Two VolumesTicknor and Fields, 1861 |
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7. oldal
... winds were up and away , In the white curtain , to and fro , She saw the gusty shadow sway . But when the moon was very low , And wild winds bound within their cell , The shadow of the poplar fell Upon her bed , across her brow . She ...
... winds were up and away , In the white curtain , to and fro , She saw the gusty shadow sway . But when the moon was very low , And wild winds bound within their cell , The shadow of the poplar fell Upon her bed , across her brow . She ...
8. oldal
... wind aloof The poplar made , did all confound Her sense ; but most she loathed the hour When the thick - moted sunbeam lay Athwart the chambers , and the day Was sloping toward his western bower . Then , said she , " I am very dreary ...
... wind aloof The poplar made , did all confound Her sense ; but most she loathed the hour When the thick - moted sunbeam lay Athwart the chambers , and the day Was sloping toward his western bower . Then , said she , " I am very dreary ...
14. oldal
... wind : A sudden splendor from behind Flushed all the leaves with rich gold - green , And , flowing rapidly between Their interspaces , counterchanged The level lake with diamond - plots Of dark and bright . A lovely time , For it was in ...
... wind : A sudden splendor from behind Flushed all the leaves with rich gold - green , And , flowing rapidly between Their interspaces , counterchanged The level lake with diamond - plots Of dark and bright . A lovely time , For it was in ...
17. oldal
... winds of dawn have kissed , When she , as thou , Stays on her floating locks the lovely freight Of overflowing ... wind Never grow sere , When rooted in the garden of the mind , Because they are the earliest of the year . ) Nor was ...
... winds of dawn have kissed , When she , as thou , Stays on her floating locks the lovely freight Of overflowing ... wind Never grow sere , When rooted in the garden of the mind , Because they are the earliest of the year . ) Nor was ...
20. oldal
... wind , With youthful fancy reinspired , We may hold converse with all forms Of the many - sided mind , And those whom passion had not blinded , Subtle - thoughted , myriad - minded , My friend , with you to live alone , Were how much ...
... wind , With youthful fancy reinspired , We may hold converse with all forms Of the many - sided mind , And those whom passion had not blinded , Subtle - thoughted , myriad - minded , My friend , with you to live alone , Were how much ...
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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.