The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson: Poet Laureate, Etc, Svazek 1Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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Strana 15
... blowing round The stately cedar , tamarisks , Thick rosaries of scented thorn , Tall orient shrubs , and obelisks Graven with emblems of the time , In honor of the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . XI . With dazéd vision unawares ...
... blowing round The stately cedar , tamarisks , Thick rosaries of scented thorn , Tall orient shrubs , and obelisks Graven with emblems of the time , In honor of the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . XI . With dazéd vision unawares ...
Strana 29
... blow , self - pleached deep Bramble - roses , faint and pale , And long purples of the dale . Let them rave . These in every shower creep Through the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . VI . The gold - eyed kingcups fine , The ...
... blow , self - pleached deep Bramble - roses , faint and pale , And long purples of the dale . Let them rave . These in every shower creep Through the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . VI . The gold - eyed kingcups fine , The ...
Strana 31
... blow , Oriana , Alone I wander to and fro , Oriana . Ere the light on dark was growing , Öriana , At midnight the cock was crowing , · Oriana : Winds were blowing , waters flowing , We heard the steeds to battle going , Oriana ; Aloud ...
... blow , Oriana , Alone I wander to and fro , Oriana . Ere the light on dark was growing , Öriana , At midnight the cock was crowing , · Oriana : Winds were blowing , waters flowing , We heard the steeds to battle going , Oriana ; Aloud ...
Strana 33
... blow ! Oriana ! O happy thou that liest low , Oriana ! All night the silence seems to flow Beside me in my utter woe , Oriana . A weary , weary way I go , Oriana . When Norland winds pipe down the sea , Oriana , I walk , I dare not ...
... blow ! Oriana ! O happy thou that liest low , Oriana ! All night the silence seems to flow Beside me in my utter woe , Oriana . A weary , weary way I go , Oriana . When Norland winds pipe down the sea , Oriana , I walk , I dare not ...
Strana 38
... blow Round an island there below , The island of Shalott Willows whiten , aspens quiver , Little breezes dusk and shiver Through the wave that runs forever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot . Four gray walls , and four ...
... blow Round an island there below , The island of Shalott Willows whiten , aspens quiver , Little breezes dusk and shiver Through the wave that runs forever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot . Four gray walls , and four ...
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Annie answer arms babe beneath betwixt blazoned blow breast breath brows Camelot cheek child cloud crown Cyril dark dead dear death deep dipt Dora dream dropt earth Edwin Morris Enoch Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fall father fear Florian flowers flying folds forever golden gray hand happy head hear heard heart Heaven hills hollow hour king King Arthur kiss knew Lady of Shalott land light lips live Locksley Hall look Lord maiden mind moon morn mother Ida move murmur night o'er Oriana Philip Princess Ida Queen rolled rose round scorn seemed shadow Shalott silent SIMEON STYLITES Sir Bedivere sleep smile song soul spake speak spoke star stept stood summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought turned unto vext voice wall of night weary whisper wild wind woman words yonder
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Strana 192 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see — Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be ; Saw the heavens...
Strana 129 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
Strana 183 - 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...
Strana 131 - 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 184 - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
Strana 293 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Strana 126 - 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 196 - Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change. Thro...
Strana 185 - Pleiads, rising through the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid. Here about the beach I wandered, nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of time...
Strana 131 - Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow. Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.