The Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson: PoemsMacmillan, 1908 |
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answer'd Arthur Hallam Averill Aylmer beän beauty beneath blood blow Bluebeard break breath brook brow Camelot child cloud dark dead dear death deep dream earth Edith Edward FitzGerald Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fall father fire flower follow'd glory gold golden grave hand happy hate head hear heard heart heaven hills hour king King Arthur kiss knew Lady Clare Lady of Shalott land Leolin light line 12 lips little birdie live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Lucretius Mablethorpe moon morn never night o'er once Oriana poem proputty Queen roaring rose round scorn seem'd shadow Sir Bedivere sleep slowly smile Somersby song soul sound spirit stars stept stood summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro turn'd unto vext voice weary weep wife wild wind
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Seite 711 - Diretro al sol, del mondo senza gente. Considerate la vostra semenza : Fatti non foste a viver come bruti, Ma per seguir virtute e conoscenza.
Seite 353 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'd a ghastly dew From the nations...
Seite 259 - Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge, 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 shiver...
Seite 338 - Tho' much is taken, much abides ; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are, — One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Seite 119 - Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom, 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,
Seite 336 - And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Seite 455 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Seite 209 - To muse and brood and live again in memory, With those old faces of our infancy Heap'd over with a mound of grass, Two handfuls of white dust, shut in an urn of brass!
Seite 207 - Lo ! in the middle of the wood, The folded leaf is woo'd from out the bud With winds upon the branch, and there Grows green and broad, and takes no care, Sun-steep'd at noon, and in the moon Nightly dew-fed ; and turning yellow Falls, and floats adown the air.
Seite 55 - Over its grave i' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the hollyhock, Heavily hangs the tiger-lily. The air is damp, and hush'd, and close, As a sick man's room when he taketh repose An hour before death ; My very heart faints and my whole soul grieves At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves, And the breath Of the fading edges of box beneath, And the year's last rose. Heavily hangs the broad...