The Poetical Works of Alfred TennysonHarper, 1870 - 246 หน้า |
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... sleep was broken thro ' By some wild skylark's matin - song . And oft I heard the tender dove In firry woodlands making moan ; But ere I saw your eyes , my love , I had no motion of my own . For scarce my life with fancy play'd Before I ...
... sleep was broken thro ' By some wild skylark's matin - song . And oft I heard the tender dove In firry woodlands making moan ; But ere I saw your eyes , my love , I had no motion of my own . For scarce my life with fancy play'd Before I ...
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... sleeps . The purple flowers droop : the golden bee Is lily - cradled : I alone awake . My eyes are full of tears , my heart of love , My heart is breaking , and my eyes are dim , And I am all aweary of my life . " O mother Ida , many ...
... sleeps . The purple flowers droop : the golden bee Is lily - cradled : I alone awake . My eyes are full of tears , my heart of love , My heart is breaking , and my eyes are dim , And I am all aweary of my life . " O mother Ida , many ...
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... Sleeps on his luminous ring . " To which my soul made answer readily : " Trust me , in bliss I shall abide In this great mansion , that is built for me , So royal - rich and wide . " Four courts I made , East , West and South and North ...
... Sleeps on his luminous ring . " To which my soul made answer readily : " Trust me , in bliss I shall abide In this great mansion , that is built for me , So royal - rich and wide . " Four courts I made , East , West and South and North ...
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... sleep , -all things in order stored , A haunt of ancient Peace . Many an arch high up did lift , And angels rising and descending met With interchange of gift . Below was all mosaic choicely plann'd With cycles of the human tale Of this ...
... sleep , -all things in order stored , A haunt of ancient Peace . Many an arch high up did lift , And angels rising and descending met With interchange of gift . Below was all mosaic choicely plann'd With cycles of the human tale Of this ...
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... sleep ; And oft some brainless devil enters in , And drives them to the deep . " Then of the moral instinct would she prate , And of the rising from the dead , As hers by right of full - accomplish'd Fate ; And at the last she said ...
... sleep ; And oft some brainless devil enters in , And drives them to the deep . " Then of the moral instinct would she prate , And of the rising from the dead , As hers by right of full - accomplish'd Fate ; And at the last she said ...
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answer'd arms Arthur ask'd beat beauty beneath blood blow breath brows Caerleon call'd Camelot child cloud cried dark dead dear death deep dream Dubric earth Enid Enoch ev'n Excalibur eyes face fair Fair lord fall fear fire flower Gawain Geraint golden Guinevere hall hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hills hour jousts king King Arthur kiss kiss'd knew Lady Lady of Shalott Lancelot land Lavaine light Limours lips live look look'd lord maid maiden Merlin moon morn move never night noble o'er once Oriana Queen rode rose round seem'd shadow shame sing Sir Bedivere Sir Lancelot Sir Pelleas sleep smile song soul spake speak spoke star stept stood sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro turn'd vext voice weep wild wind words
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หน้า 112 - So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life; That I, considering everywhere Her secret meaning in her deeds, And finding that of fifty seeds She often brings but one to bear; I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro...
หน้า 89 - O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
หน้า 56 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This...
หน้า 122 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
หน้า 140 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow.
หน้า 145 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them...
หน้า 60 - From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue; Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm, With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunderstorm; Till the war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battle-flags were furl'd In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law. So I triumph'd ere my passion sweeping thro...
หน้า 122 - Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind.
หน้า 89 - Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. ' Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others ; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret ; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
หน้า 222 - 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...