The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson. [Vol.8,9 are of the 1878 ed. With] The dramatic works [&c.]. |
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Strana 3
... things always seem'd the same ! And round about the keel with faces pale , Dark faces pale against that rosy flame , The mild - eyed melancholy Lotos - eaters came . Branches they bore of that enchanted stem , Laden with flower and ...
... things always seem'd the same ! And round about the keel with faces pale , Dark faces pale against that rosy flame , The mild - eyed melancholy Lotos - eaters came . Branches they bore of that enchanted stem , Laden with flower and ...
Strana 5
... things else have rest from weariness ? All things have rest : why should we toil alone , We only toil , who are the first of things , And make perpetual moan , Still from one sorrow to another thrown : Nor ever fold our wings , And ...
... things else have rest from weariness ? All things have rest : why should we toil alone , We only toil , who are the first of things , And make perpetual moan , Still from one sorrow to another thrown : Nor ever fold our wings , And ...
Strana 6
... things ? III . 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 ...
... things ? III . 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 ...
Strana 7
... things are taken from us , and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past . Let us alone . What pleasure can we have To war with evil ? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave ? All things have rest , and ripen ...
... things are taken from us , and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past . Let us alone . What pleasure can we have To war with evil ? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave ? All things have rest , and ripen ...
Strana 9
... things . Is there confusion in the little isle ? Let what is broken so remain . The Gods are hard to reconcile : " Tis hard to settle order once again . There is confusion worse than death , Trouble on trouble THE LOTOS - EATERS .
... things . Is there confusion in the little isle ? Let what is broken so remain . The Gods are hard to reconcile : " Tis hard to settle order once again . There is confusion worse than death , Trouble on trouble THE LOTOS - EATERS .
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answer'd beneath betwixt bold Sir Bedivere bore breast breath Camelot cheek crag crown'd dark death deep dipt door Dora dream drew dropt drouth EDWIN MORRIS Eustace Excalibur eyes face fall fern flowers Francis golden goose hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hilt jaundice King Arthur kiss kiss'd knew lake land last embrace let me live light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord moon moorland morn never night o'er once pain pass'd passion privet reach'd roll'd rose round saints sang scud seem'd Simeon SIMEON STYLITES sleep slow song soul sound spake speak spirit spoke stars stept stood summer Sumner-place sweet tears thee thine things thought thrice thro toil touch'd turn'd unto Vext voice waste land weary weep wild wind words
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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