The works of Alfred Tennyson. With 25 illustr |
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31. oldal
... Live forgotten and die forlorn . ' And , rising , from her bosom drew Old letters , breathing of her worth , For Love , ' they said , ' must needs be true , To what is loveliest upon earth . ' An image seem'd to pass the door , To look ...
... Live forgotten and die forlorn . ' And , rising , from her bosom drew Old letters , breathing of her worth , For Love , ' they said , ' must needs be true , To what is loveliest upon earth . ' An image seem'd to pass the door , To look ...
33. oldal
... live and sigh , Than once from dread of pain to die . ' Sick art thou - a divided will Still heaping on the fear of ill The fear of men , a coward still . ' Do men love thee ? Art thou so bound To men , that how thy name may sound Will ...
... live and sigh , Than once from dread of pain to die . ' Sick art thou - a divided will Still heaping on the fear of ill The fear of men , a coward still . ' Do men love thee ? Art thou so bound To men , that how thy name may sound Will ...
34. oldal
... live an hour ? Then comes the check , the change , the fall , Pain rises up , old pleasures pall . There is one remedy for all . ' Yet hadst thou , thro ' enduring pain , Link'd month to month with such a chain Of knitted purport , all ...
... live an hour ? Then comes the check , the change , the fall , Pain rises up , old pleasures pall . There is one remedy for all . ' Yet hadst thou , thro ' enduring pain , Link'd month to month with such a chain Of knitted purport , all ...
39. oldal
... 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 walnuts and the wine- To be the long and listless boy Late - left an orphan of the squire , Where ...
... 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 walnuts and the wine- To be the long and listless boy Late - left an orphan of the squire , Where ...
42. oldal
... live , die looking on his face , Die , dying clasp'd in his embrace . CENONE . THERE lies a vale in Ida , lovelier Than all the valleys of Ionian hills . The swimming vapour slopes athwart the glen , Puts forth an arm , and creeps from ...
... live , die looking on his face , Die , dying clasp'd in his embrace . CENONE . THERE lies a vale in Ida , lovelier Than all the valleys of Ionian hills . The swimming vapour slopes athwart the glen , Puts forth an arm , and creeps from ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Aldwyth answer'd arms Arthur ask'd Bagenhall blood breath Caerleon call'd Camelot child Courtenay Cranmer cried Dagonet dark dead dear death dream Dubric earth Edith Elizabeth England Enid ev'n Excalibur eyes face fair father fear fire flower Gardiner Gareth Gawain Geraint golden grace Guinevere hall hand happy Harold hate hath hear heard heart heaven holy horse jousts King King Arthur knew Lady Lady of Shalott Lancelot land Lavaine Leofwin light Limours live look look'd Lord Lord William Howard maiden Mary Merlin Morcar morning mother never night Noailles noble o'er once Philip Prince Queen Renard rode rose round seem'd shadow shame Sir Bedivere Sir Lancelot sleep smile song soul spake speak star stept Stigand stood sweet thee thine things thou art thought thro Tostig turn'd vext voice wild wind Wyatt
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533. oldal - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world. Comfort thyself; what comfort is in me! I have lived my life, and that which I have done May He within himself make pure! but thou, 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. For what are men better than sheep or goats That...
108. 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. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs...
218. oldal - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
76. oldal - And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur...
27. 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?
27. oldal - And moving thro' a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear. There she sees the highway near Winding down to Camelot: There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village-churls, And the red cloaks of market girls, Pass onward from Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad, Goes by to tower'd Camelot; And sometimes thro...
109. oldal - THE woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath, And after many a summer dies the swan.
532. oldal - Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them ; and descending they were ware That all the decks were dense with stately forms Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream — by these Three Queens with crowns of gold — and from them rose A cry that...
59. oldal - 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. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon; And, like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams ! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go; And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.
29. oldal - She made three paces thro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide ; The mirror crack'd from side to side ; ' The curse is come upon me,