Selections from the Poems of TennysonScott, Foresman, 1907 - 363 Seiten |
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answer'd arms Arthur Hallam Astolat beautiful beneath breath Camelot cloud cried damsel dark dead death deep diamond dream Elaine Excalibur eyes face fair Fair lord father flower follow Gawain Gleam glory Guinevere hall Hallam hand Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart heaven horse Idylls jousts King Arthur kitchen-knave knave knight Lady of Shalott land Lavaine light lily lines live look'd Lord Lynette maid maiden Malory Maud Memoriam Merlin moon morning never noble o'er Palace of Art pass poem poet proputty Queen rose round says scorn seem'd shadow shame shield Simeon Simeon Stylites Sir Bedivere Sir Gareth Sir Kay Sir Lancelot Sirmio song soul spake stanza star stood Stopford Brooke story stream sweet tears Tennyson thee thine thou art thought thro turn'd voice weary wild wind word wrote
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Seite 238 - 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.
Seite 171 - 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 nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Seite 203 - This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.' 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.
Seite 186 - PART II There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay 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.
Seite 268 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Seite 229 - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
Seite 261 - Speak to Him thou for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet — Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet. God is law, say the wise; O Soul, and let us rejoice, For if He thunder by law the thunder is yet His voice. Law is God, say some: no God at all, says the fool; For all we have power to see is a straight staff bent in a pool; And the ear of man cannot hear, and the eye of man cannot see; But if we could see and hear, this Vision — were it not He?
Seite 166 - And if indeed I cast the brand away, Surely a precious thing, one worthy note, Should thus be lost for ever from the earth, Which might have pleased the eyes of many men.
Seite 168 - I live three lives of mortal men, So great a miracle as yonder hilt. Then with both hands I flung him...
Seite 233 - O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break At the foot of thy crags, O sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.