Poems: In Two Volumes, เล่มที่ 1Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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... hill - side , The seven elms , the poplars four , That stand beside my father's door , And chiefly from the brook that loves To purl o'er matted cress and ribbed sand , Or dimple in the dark of rushy coves , Drawing 32 ODE TO MEMORY .
... hill - side , The seven elms , the poplars four , That stand beside my father's door , And chiefly from the brook that loves To purl o'er matted cress and ribbed sand , Or dimple in the dark of rushy coves , Drawing 32 ODE TO MEMORY .
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... hills that mound the sea , Overblown with murmurs harsh , Or even a lowly cottage whence we see Stretched wide and wild the waste enormous marsh , Where from the frequent bridge , Like emblems of infinity , The trenched waters run from ...
... hills that mound the sea , Overblown with murmurs harsh , Or even a lowly cottage whence we see Stretched wide and wild the waste enormous marsh , Where from the frequent bridge , Like emblems of infinity , The trenched waters run from ...
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... And ye talk together still , In the language wherewith Spring Letters cowslips on the hill ? Hence that look and smile of thine , Spiritual Adeline . VOL .I . 4 A CHARACTER . I. WITH a half - glance upon ADELINE . 41.
... And ye talk together still , In the language wherewith Spring Letters cowslips on the hill ? Hence that look and smile of thine , Spiritual Adeline . VOL .I . 4 A CHARACTER . I. WITH a half - glance upon ADELINE . 41.
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... hills and fields among , They heard her singing her last song , The Lady of Shalott . Heard a carol , mournful , holy , Chanted loudly , chanted lowly , Till her blood was frozen slowly , And her eyes were darkened wholly , Turned to ...
... hills and fields among , They heard her singing her last song , The Lady of Shalott . Heard a carol , mournful , holy , Chanted loudly , chanted lowly , Till her blood was frozen slowly , And her eyes were darkened wholly , Turned to ...
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... hills , And shadowed coves on a sunny shore , The choicest wealth of all the earth , Jewel or shell , or starry ore , To deck thy cradle , Eleänore . Or the yellow - banded bees , Through half - open lattices Coming in the scented ...
... hills , And shadowed coves on a sunny shore , The choicest wealth of all the earth , Jewel or shell , or starry ore , To deck thy cradle , Eleänore . Or the yellow - banded bees , Through half - open lattices Coming in the scented ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON beneath blazoned blood blow breast breath brow Camelot cheek cloud cold crown dark dead Dear mother Ida death deep divine door Dora dream dust earth Edwin Morris Eleänore Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face fair faith fall flower folds gloom golden prime grave green grief hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart hearts of flame Heaven hills hollow hour King King Arthur kiss Lady of Shalott land Let them rave light lips live look mind moon morn murmur never night o'er Oriana Queen red West Ring rose round sang seemed shade shadow shallop shore SIMEON STYLITES sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spake spikenard spirit star stept sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought unto voice wandering wave weary weep whisper wild wind words
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หน้า 362 - The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
หน้า 364 - So careful of the type ?" but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, " A thousand types are gone : I care for nothing, all shall go. "Thou makest thine appeal to me: I bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath: I know no more.
หน้า 44 - 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
หน้า 474 - 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 goBut in my spirit will I dwell, And dream my dream, and hold it true ; For tho' my lips may breathe adieu, I cannot think the thing farewell.
หน้า 77 - Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott. Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right The leaves upon her falling light Thro...
หน้า 73 - To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. 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.
หน้า 384 - So many worlds, so much to do, So little done, such things to be, How know I what had need of thee, For thou wert strong as thou wert true...
หน้า 281 - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust: Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die; And thou hast made him: thou art just.
หน้า 193 - em away. Old year, you must not go; So long as you have been with us, Such joy as you have seen with us, Old year, you shall not go.
หน้า 71 - Camelot ; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro...