The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson |
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Strana 15
... spake of beauty : that the dull Saw no divinity in grass , Life in dead stones , or spirit in air ; Then looking as ' t were in a glass , He smooth'd his chin and sleek'd his hair , And said the earth was beautiful . He spake of virtue ...
... spake of beauty : that the dull Saw no divinity in grass , Life in dead stones , or spirit in air ; Then looking as ' t were in a glass , He smooth'd his chin and sleek'd his hair , And said the earth was beautiful . He spake of virtue ...
Strana 24
... spake . And down I went to fetch my bride : But , Alice , you were ill at ease ; This dress and that by turns you tried , Too fearful that you should not please . I loved you better for your fears , I knew you could not look but well ...
... spake . And down I went to fetch my bride : But , Alice , you were ill at ease ; This dress and that by turns you tried , Too fearful that you should not please . I loved you better for your fears , I knew you could not look but well ...
Strana 26
... spake on and still she spake of power , Which in all action is the end of all ; Power fitted to the season ; wisdom - bred And throned of wisdom - from all neighbor crowns Alliance and allegiance , till thy hand Fail from the sceptre ...
... spake on and still she spake of power , Which in all action is the end of all ; Power fitted to the season ; wisdom - bred And throned of wisdom - from all neighbor crowns Alliance and allegiance , till thy hand Fail from the sceptre ...
Strana 30
... spake some certain truths of you . Indeed I heard one bitter word That scarce is fit for you to hear ; Her manners had not that repose Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere . Lady Clara Vere de Vere , There stands a spectre in your ...
... spake some certain truths of you . Indeed I heard one bitter word That scarce is fit for you to hear ; Her manners had not that repose Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere . Lady Clara Vere de Vere , There stands a spectre in your ...
Strana 35
... spake , His voice was thin , as voices from the grave ; And deep - asleep he seem'd , yet all awake , And music in his ears his beating heart did make . They sat them down upon the yellow sand , Between the sun and moon upon the shore ...
... spake , His voice was thin , as voices from the grave ; And deep - asleep he seem'd , yet all awake , And music in his ears his beating heart did make . They sat them down upon the yellow sand , Between the sun and moon upon the shore ...
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answer'd arms Arthur ask'd beneath blood blow break breath brows Caerleon call'd Camelot child Cloth cloud cres cried Dagonet dark dead dear death deep dream Dubric earth Enid ev'n evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fear fire flower Gareth Gawain Geraint golden Gorlois Guinevere hall hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hour jousts King King Arthur kiss knew Lady Lady of Shalott land Lavaine light Limours lips live look look'd lord maid maiden Merlin moon morn mother move never night noble o'er once Prince Queen rode rose round seem'd shadow shame sing Sir Bedivere Sir Lancelot Sir Pelleas sleep smile song soul spake speak star stept stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro turn'd vext voice weep wild wind wood words
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Strana 59 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel : I will drink Life to the lees...
Strana 93 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, 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.
Strana 128 - 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 go.
Strana 61 - Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
Strana 60 - 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.
Strana 90 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon...
Strana 38 - Like a tale of little meaning tho' the words are strong; Chanted from an ill-used race of men that cleave the soil. Sow the seed, and reap the harvest with enduring toil, Storing yearly little dues of wheat, and wine and oil; Till they perish and they...
Strana 228 - 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...
Strana 112 - Mayst seem to have reach'da purer air, Whose faith has centre everywhere, Nor cares to fix itself to form, Leave thou thy sister when she prays, Her early Heaven, her happy views; Nor thou with shadow'd hint confuse A life that leads melodious days. Her faith thro...
Strana 48 - The holy Elders with the gift of myrrh. But now the whole Round Table is dissolved Which was an image of the mighty world; And I, the last, go forth companionless, And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.