Poems, 74. kiadásStrahan, 1872 - 379 oldal |
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29. oldal
... And newness of thine art so pleased thee , That all which thou hast drawn of fairest Or boldest since , but lightly weighs With thee unto the love thou bearest The first - born of thy genius . Artist - ODE TO MEMORY . 68 29.
... And newness of thine art so pleased thee , That all which thou hast drawn of fairest Or boldest since , but lightly weighs With thee unto the love thou bearest The first - born of thy genius . Artist - ODE TO MEMORY . 68 29.
30. oldal
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. The first - born of thy genius . Artist - like , Ever retiring thou dost gaze On the prime labour of thine early days : No matter what the sketch might be ; Whether the high field on the bushless Pike , Or ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. The first - born of thy genius . Artist - like , Ever retiring thou dost gaze On the prime labour of thine early days : No matter what the sketch might be ; Whether the high field on the bushless Pike , Or ...
38. oldal
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. THE POET . 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 ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. THE POET . 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 ...
57. oldal
... - green beside a gray church - tower , Wash'd with still rains and daisy - blossomed ; Two children in one hamlet born and bred ; So runs the round of life from hour to hour . THE MERMAN . 1 . WHO would be A merman 49 57 CIRCUMSTANCE.
... - green beside a gray church - tower , Wash'd with still rains and daisy - blossomed ; Two children in one hamlet born and bred ; So runs the round of life from hour to hour . THE MERMAN . 1 . WHO would be A merman 49 57 CIRCUMSTANCE.
78. oldal
... born , on a summer morn , A mile beneath the cedar - wood . Thy bounteous forehead was not fann'd With breezes from our oaken glades , But thou wert nursed in some delicious land Of lavish lights , and floating shades : And flattering ...
... born , on a summer morn , A mile beneath the cedar - wood . Thy bounteous forehead was not fann'd With breezes from our oaken glades , But thou wert nursed in some delicious land Of lavish lights , and floating shades : And flattering ...
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269. oldal - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
11. oldal - He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
263. 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 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.
9. oldal - The broken sheds look'd sad and strange : Unlifted was the clinking latch ; Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange. She only said, ' My life is dreary, He cometh not...
196. oldal - The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
198. oldal - But now farewell. I am going a long way With these thou see'st — if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) — To the island-valley of Avilion ; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
142. oldal - he said, and pointed toward the land, " This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In the afternoon they came unto a land, In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.
265. 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. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans round with many voices.
66. oldal - Skimming down to Camelot : But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott? Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to tower'd Camelot : And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers, "Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott.
194. oldal - For thou, the latest-left of all my knights, In whom should meet the offices of all, Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt; Either from lust of gold, or like a girl Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes. Yet, for a man may fail in duty twice, And the third time may prosper, get thee hence: But, if thou spare to fling Excalibur, I will arise and slay thee with my hands.