Poems: In Two Volumes, เล่มที่ 1Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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... speaking , like a flash of light . They call me cruel - hearted , but I care not what they say , For I'm to be Queen o ' the May , mother , I'm to be Queen o ' the May . VI . They say he's dying all for love , 144 THE MAY QUEEN .
... speaking , like a flash of light . They call me cruel - hearted , but I care not what they say , For I'm to be Queen o ' the May , mother , I'm to be Queen o ' the May . VI . They say he's dying all for love , 144 THE MAY QUEEN .
หน้า 150
... speak a word , I shall hearken what you say , And be often , often with you when you think I'm far away . XI . Good - night , good - night , when I have said good - night forevermore , And you see me carried out from the threshold of ...
... speak a word , I shall hearken what you say , And be often , often with you when you think I'm far away . XI . Good - night , good - night , when I have said good - night forevermore , And you see me carried out from the threshold of ...
หน้า 155
... speak to me -I know not what was said ; For great delight and shuddering took hold of all my mind , And up the valley came again the music on the wind . X. But you were sleeping ; and I said , " It's not for them : it's mine . " And if ...
... speak to me -I know not what was said ; For great delight and shuddering took hold of all my mind , And up the valley came again the music on the wind . X. But you were sleeping ; and I said , " It's not for them : it's mine . " And if ...
หน้า 156
... The voice that now is speaking may be beyond the sun- Forever and forever with those just souls and true And what is life , that we should moan ? why make we such ado ? XV . Forever and forever , all in a blessed 156 CONCLUSION .
... The voice that now is speaking may be beyond the sun- Forever and forever with those just souls and true And what is life , that we should moan ? why make we such ado ? XV . Forever and forever , all in a blessed 156 CONCLUSION .
หน้า 169
... seemed to start , in pain , Resolved on noble things , and strove to speak , As when a great thought strikes along the brain , And flushes all the cheek . VOL . I XII . And once my arm was lifted to hew A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN . 169.
... seemed to start , in pain , Resolved on noble things , and strove to speak , As when a great thought strikes along the brain , And flushes all the cheek . VOL . I XII . And once my arm was lifted to hew A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN . 169.
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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...