Poetical Works, 1. kötetTicknor and Fields, 1861 |
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24. oldal
... minds In impotence of fancied V. power . With lips depressed as he were meek , Himself unto himself he sold : Upon himself himself did feed : Quiet , dispassionate , and cold , And other than his form of creed , With chiselled features ...
... minds In impotence of fancied V. power . With lips depressed as he were meek , Himself unto himself he sold : Upon himself himself did feed : Quiet , dispassionate , and cold , And other than his form of creed , With chiselled features ...
25. oldal
... minds did gird their orbs with beams , Though one did fling the fire . Heaven flowed upon the soul in many dreams Of high desire . Thus truth was multiplied on truth , the world Like one great garden showed , And through the wreaths of ...
... minds did gird their orbs with beams , Though one did fling the fire . Heaven flowed upon the soul in many dreams Of high desire . Thus truth was multiplied on truth , the world Like one great garden showed , And through the wreaths of ...
26. oldal
... MIND . I. VEX not thou the poet's mind With thy shallow wit : Vex not thou the poet's mind ; For thou canst not fathom it . Clear and bright it should be ever , Flowing like a crystal river ; Bright as light , and clear as wind . II ...
... MIND . I. VEX not thou the poet's mind With thy shallow wit : Vex not thou the poet's mind ; For thou canst not fathom it . Clear and bright it should be ever , Flowing like a crystal river ; Bright as light , and clear as wind . II ...
57. oldal
... mind— With blessings beyond hope or thought , With blessings which no words can find . Arise , and let us wander forth To yon old mill across the wolds ; For look , the sunset , south and north , Winds all the vale in rosy folds , And ...
... mind— With blessings beyond hope or thought , With blessings which no words can find . Arise , and let us wander forth To yon old mill across the wolds ; For look , the sunset , south and north , Winds all the vale in rosy folds , And ...
62. oldal
... mind the Gods Rise up for reverence . She to Paris made Proffer of royal power , ample rule Unquestioned , overflowing revenue 6 Wherewith to embellish state , from many a vale And river - sundered champaign clothed with corn , Or ...
... mind the Gods Rise up for reverence . She to Paris made Proffer of royal power , ample rule Unquestioned , overflowing revenue 6 Wherewith to embellish state , from many a vale And river - sundered champaign clothed with corn , Or ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON answer arms beneath betwixt blazoned blow breast breath brows Camelot cataract cheek child cloud crown Cyril dark dead dear death deep dipt doors Dora dream dropt earth Edwin Morris Enone Excalibur eyes face fair fall Florian flowers flying folds forever hand happy harken ere hath head hear heard heart Heaven hollow hour king King Arthur kiss knew Lady of Shalott Lady Psyche land Let them rave light lips live Locksley Hall look Lord maid maiden moon morn mother Ida move murmur night o'er Oriana Princess Princess Ida Queen rode rolled rose round sang scorn seemed shadow shame SIMEON STYLITES Sir Bedivere sleep smile song soul sound spake speak spoke star stept stood summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought touch turned unto vext voice weary whisper wild wind woman words
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341. oldal - ... crimson petal, now the 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...
183. 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...
130. oldal - Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere, •' Ah ! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go ? Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes ? For now I see the true old times are dead, When every morning brought a noble chance, And every chance brought out a noble knight.
127. oldal - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere: '•I heard the ripple washing in the reeds, And the wild water lapping on the crag.
93. oldal - Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height; To hear each other's whisper'd speech; Eating the Lotos day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving lines of creamy spray; To lend our hearts and spirits wholly To the influence of mild-minded melancholy...
226. oldal - EVE. DEEP on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon : My breath to heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord : Make Thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year That in my bosom lies. As these white robes are...
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.
182. oldal - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
24. oldal - 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 saw thro
239. oldal - He does not love me for my birth, Nor for my lands so broad and fair; He loves me for my own true worth, And that is well,