The Works of Alfred Tennyson: Idylls of the KingHenry S. King, 1875 |
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Strana 57
... father's battles ? wounded there ? The King was all fulfill'd with gratefulness , And she , my namesake of the hands , that heal'd Thy hurt and heart with unguent and caress- Well - can I wish her any huger wrong Than having known thee ...
... father's battles ? wounded there ? The King was all fulfill'd with gratefulness , And she , my namesake of the hands , that heal'd Thy hurt and heart with unguent and caress- Well - can I wish her any huger wrong Than having known thee ...
Strana 74
... father , and himself was knight Of the great Table — at the founding of it ; And rode thereto from Lyonnesse , and he said That as he rode , an hour or maybe twain After the sunset , down the coast , he heard Strange music , and he ...
... father , and himself was knight Of the great Table — at the founding of it ; And rode thereto from Lyonnesse , and he said That as he rode , an hour or maybe twain After the sunset , down the coast , he heard Strange music , and he ...
Strana 75
... father with his signs And wonders , what has fall'n upon the realm ? ' To whom the novice garrulously again , ' Yea , one , a bard ; of whom my father said , Full many a noble war - song had he sung GUINEVERE . 75.
... father with his signs And wonders , what has fall'n upon the realm ? ' To whom the novice garrulously again , ' Yea , one , a bard ; of whom my father said , Full many a noble war - song had he sung GUINEVERE . 75.
Strana 76
... father — and that night the bard Sang Arthur's glorious wars , and sang the King As wellnigh more than man , and rail'd at those Who call'd him the false son of Gorloïs : For there was no man knew from whence he came ; But after tempest ...
... father — and that night the bard Sang Arthur's glorious wars , and sang the King As wellnigh more than man , and rail'd at those Who call'd him the false son of Gorloïs : For there was no man knew from whence he came ; But after tempest ...
Strana 77
... father told me , check me too Nor let me shame my father's memory , one Of noblest manners , tho ' himself would say Sir Lancelot had the noblest ; and he died , Kill'd in a tilt , come next , five summers back , And left me ; but of ...
... father told me , check me too Nor let me shame my father's memory , one Of noblest manners , tho ' himself would say Sir Lancelot had the noblest ; and he died , Kill'd in a tilt , come next , five summers back , And left me ; but of ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON answer'd arms art thou ask'd babe bold Sir Bedivere brake Brittany brows Caerleon call'd Camelot child circlet cried Cyril Dagonet damsels dark dead death dream dropt ev'n Excalibur eyes face fair fall'n father fell fight flash'd fled Florian flying follow'd fool Gawain gazed glanced golden Guinevere hall hand hate hath head heard heart heaven hollow horse Isolt jousts King Arthur knew knights Lady Psyche land laugh'd light Lilia lips live look'd lord maid maiden Melissa Modred moon morning mother moved noble o'er Pelleas Prince Princess Princess Ida Queen rode roll'd rose round sang scorn seem'd shadow shame Sir Lancelot Sir Pelleas soul spake spoke star stept stood sware sweet sword talk'd thee thine thou hast thought thro tower trapt Tristram turn'd vext voice wild wind woman
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Strana 111 - If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
Strana 109 - And rising bore him thro' the place of tombs. But, as he walk'd, King Arthur panted hard, Like one that feels a nightmare on his bed When all the house is mute. So sigh'd the King, Muttering and murmuring at his ear, 'Quick, quick ! I fear it is too late, and I shall die.
Strana 106 - What is it thou hast seen ? or what hast heard ? ' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : ' I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
Strana 29 - As thro' the land at eve we went, And pluck'd the ripen'd ears, We fell out, my wife and I, O we fell out I know not why, And kiss'd again with tears. And blessings on the falling out That all the more endears, When we fall out with those we love And kiss again with tears! For when we came where lies the child We lost in other years, There above the little grave, O there above the little grave, We kiss'd again with tears.
Strana 141 - My spirit closed with Ida's at the lips ; Till back I fell, and from mine arms she rose Glowing all over noble shame ; and all Her falser self slipt from her like a. robe, And left her woman, lovelier in her mood Than in her mould that other, when she came From barren deeps to conquer all with love ; And down the streaming crystal dropt ; and she Far-fleeted by the purple island-sides, Naked, a double light in air and wave, To meet her Graces, where they...
Strana 65 - The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Strana 112 - 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.
Strana 151 - Or all, they said, as earnest as the close ? Which yet with such a framework scarce could be. Then rose a little feud betwixt the two, Betwixt the mockers and the realists : And I, betwixt them both, to please them both, And yet to give the story as it rose, I moved as in a strange diagonal, And maybe neither pleased myself nor them.
Strana 86 - ... father Christ, Hereafter in that world where all are pure We two may meet before high God, and thou Wilt spring to me and claim me thine, and know I am thine husband — not a smaller soul, Nor Lancelot, nor another. Leave me that, I charge thee, my last hope. Now must I hence. Thro...
Strana 143 - Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height : What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang) In height and cold, the splendour of the hills ? But cease to move so near the Heavens, and cease To glide a sunbeam by the blasted Pine, To sit a star upon the sparkling spire ; And come, for Love is of the valley, come, For Love is of the valley, come thou down And find him ; by the happy threshold, he, Or hand in hand with Plenty in the maize, Or red with spirted purple of the vats, Or foxlike in...