The Poetical Works of Alfred TennysonJ. R. Osgood, 1877 - 365 oldal |
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... happy Earth , and leave " . 80 Circumstance .. " Break , break , break " The Merman .. 18 The Beggar Maid . The Mermaid 19 The Poet's Song .. Sounet to J. M. K .. 19 THE PRINCESS : A MEDLEY POEMS ( Published 1832 ) : - The Lady of ...
... happy Earth , and leave " . 80 Circumstance .. " Break , break , break " The Merman .. 18 The Beggar Maid . The Mermaid 19 The Poet's Song .. Sounet to J. M. K .. 19 THE PRINCESS : A MEDLEY POEMS ( Published 1832 ) : - The Lady of ...
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... happy blossoming shore ?. Day and night to the billow the fountain calls ; Down shower the gambolling waterfalls From wandering over the lea : Out of the live - green heart of the dells They freshen the silvery - crimson shells , And ...
... happy blossoming shore ?. Day and night to the billow the fountain calls ; Down shower the gambolling waterfalls From wandering over the lea : Out of the live - green heart of the dells They freshen the silvery - crimson shells , And ...
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... 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 ...
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... 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 . 1 . WHо 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 . 1 . WHо would be A mermaid fair , Singing alone , Combing her hair Under the sea , In a ...
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... 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 ...
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Aldwyth answer'd arms Arthur ask'd Bagenhall beneath blood breath brother brow Caerleon call'd Camelot child cried Dagonet dark dead dear death dream Dubric earth Edith England ev'n Excalibur eyes face fair father fear fire flower Gardiner Gareth Gawain glory golden Gorlois grace Guinevere hall hand Harold hate hath hear heard heart heaven holy King King Arthur kiss knew Lady Lady of Shalott Lancelot land Lavaine Leofwin light live look look'd Lord LORD WILLIAM HOWARD Mary Merlin Morcar morn mother never night noble o'er once Philip Prince Queen Renard rose round seem'd shadow shame Sir Bedivere Sir Lancelot Sir Pelleas sleep smile song soul spake speak star stept Stigand stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thro Tostig turn'd vext voice weep wild wind
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35. oldal - O look ! the sun begins to rise, the heavens are in a glow; He shines upon a hundred fields, and all of them I know. And there I move no longer now, and there his light may shine — Wild flowers in the valley for other hands than mine.
91. oldal - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
126. oldal - THERE rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
58. oldal - We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven ; that which we are, we are ; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
88. oldal - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon...
107. oldal - Calm and deep peace on this high wold, And on these dews that drench the furze, And all the silvery gossamers That twinkle into green and gold : Calm and still light on yon great plain That sweeps with all its autumn bowers, And crowded farms and lessening towers, To mingle with the bounding main : Calm and deep peace in this wide air, These leaves that redden to the fall ; And in my heart, if calm at all, If any calm, a calm despair : Calm on the seas, and silver sleep, And waves that sway themselves...
151. oldal - Dropt to the cove, and watch'd the great sea fall, Wave after wave, each mightier than the last, Till last, a ninth one, gathering half the deep And full of voices, slowly rose and plunged Roaring, and all the wave was in a flame : And down the wave and in the flame was borne A naked babe, and rode to Merlin's feet, Who stoopt and caught the babe, and cried "The King ! Here is an heir for Uther...
142. oldal - I wind about and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling; And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
217. oldal - I live three lives of mortal men, So great a miracle as yonder hilt. Then with both hands I flung him, wheeling him; But when I look'd again, behold an arm, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, That caught him by the hilt, and brandish'd him Three times, and drew him under in the mere.
58. oldal - 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.