The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson. [Vol.8,9 are of the 1878 ed. With] The dramatic works [&c.]. |
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Strana 1
... languid air did swoon , Breathing like one that hath a weary dream . Full - faced above the valley stood the moon ; ۶ And like a downward smoke , the slender stream Along. THE LOTOS - EATERS . A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN . 2 B HE LOTOS-EATERS.
... languid air did swoon , Breathing like one that hath a weary dream . Full - faced above the valley stood the moon ; ۶ And like a downward smoke , the slender stream Along. THE LOTOS - EATERS . A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN . 2 B HE LOTOS-EATERS.
Strana 10
... breath , Sore task to hearts worn out by many wars And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot - stars . VII . But , propt on beds of amaranth and moly , How sweet ( while warm airs lull us , blowing lowly ) With half - dropt eyelids ...
... breath , Sore task to hearts worn out by many wars And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot - stars . VII . But , propt on beds of amaranth and moly , How sweet ( while warm airs lull us , blowing lowly ) With half - dropt eyelids ...
Strana 14
... first warbler , whose sweet breath Preluded those melodious bursts , that fill The spacious times of great Elizabeth With sounds that echo still And , for a while , the knowledge of his. A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN . A Dream of Fair Women.
... first warbler , whose sweet breath Preluded those melodious bursts , that fill The spacious times of great Elizabeth With sounds that echo still And , for a while , the knowledge of his. A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN . A Dream of Fair Women.
Strana 32
... breath , Sweet as new buds in Spring . No memory labours longer from the deep Gold - mines of thought to lift the hidden ore That glimpses , moving up , than I from sleep To gather and tell o'er Each little sound and sight . With what ...
... breath , Sweet as new buds in Spring . No memory labours longer from the deep Gold - mines of thought to lift the hidden ore That glimpses , moving up , than I from sleep To gather and tell o'er Each little sound and sight . With what ...
Strana 78
... if a king demand An act unprofitable , against himself ? The King is sick , and knows not what he does . What record , or what relic of my lord Should be to aftertime , but empty breath And rumours 78 MORTE D'ARTHUR .
... if a king demand An act unprofitable , against himself ? The King is sick , and knows not what he does . What record , or what relic of my lord Should be to aftertime , but empty breath And rumours 78 MORTE D'ARTHUR .
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Strana 190 - 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.
Strana 189 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea: I am become a name. For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known: cities of men, And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honor'd of them all; 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.
Strana 192 - 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.
Strana 76 - And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zig-zag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur, And...
Strana 196 - My cousin Amy, speak, and speak the truth to me, Trust me, cousin, all the current of my being sets to thee.
Strana 4 - THERE is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro...
Strana 87 - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
Strana 1 - he said, and pointed toward the land, ' This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.' In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon.
Strana 11 - We have had enough of action, and of motion we, Roll'd to starboard, roll'd to larboard, when the surge was seething free, Where the wallowing monster spouted his foamfountains in the sea. Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind, In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind.
Strana 83 - Remorsefully regarded thro' his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not words, Then took with care, and kneeling on one knee, O'er both his shoulders drew the languid hands, And rising bore him thro