The Works of Alfred Tennyson: Idylls of the KingHenry S. King, 1875 |
Vyhledávání v knize
Výsledky 1-5 z 21
Strana 15
... moved him more Than all the ranged reasons of the world . Then blush'd and brake the morning of the jousts , And this was call'd ' The Tournament of Youth : ' For Arthur , loving his young knight , withheld His older and his mightier ...
... moved him more Than all the ranged reasons of the world . Then blush'd and brake the morning of the jousts , And this was call'd ' The Tournament of Youth : ' For Arthur , loving his young knight , withheld His older and his mightier ...
Strana 25
... moved but his own self , And his own shadow . Then he crost the court , And spied not any light in hall or bower , But saw the postern portal also wide Yawning ; and up a slope of garden , all Of roses white and red , and brambles mixt ...
... moved but his own self , And his own shadow . Then he crost the court , And spied not any light in hall or bower , But saw the postern portal also wide Yawning ; and up a slope of garden , all Of roses white and red , and brambles mixt ...
Strana 39
... shriek'd , arose , And down a streetway hung with folds of pure White samite , and by fountains running wine , Where children sat in white with cups of gold , Moved to the lists , and there , with slow THE LAST TOURNAMENT . 39.
... shriek'd , arose , And down a streetway hung with folds of pure White samite , and by fountains running wine , Where children sat in white with cups of gold , Moved to the lists , and there , with slow THE LAST TOURNAMENT . 39.
Strana 40
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Moved to the lists , and there , with slow sad steps Ascending , fill'd his double - dragon'd chair . He glanced and saw the stately galleries , Dame , damsel , each thro ' worship of their Queen White ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Moved to the lists , and there , with slow sad steps Ascending , fill'd his double - dragon'd chair . He glanced and saw the stately galleries , Dame , damsel , each thro ' worship of their Queen White ...
Strana 61
... love but while we may ; And therefore is my love so large for thee , Seeing it is not bounded save by love . ' Here ending , he moved toward her , and she said , ' Good : an I turn'd away my love for THE LAST TOURNAMENT . 61.
... love but while we may ; And therefore is my love so large for thee , Seeing it is not bounded save by love . ' Here ending , he moved toward her , and she said , ' Good : an I turn'd away my love for THE LAST TOURNAMENT . 61.
Běžně se vyskytující výrazy a sousloví
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
Oblíbené pasáže
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...