The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson: Poet Laureate, Etc, Svazek 1Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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Strana 1
... give the warrior kings of old , Victoria , since your Royal grace To one of less desert allows This laurel greener from the brows Of him that uttered nothing base ; And should your greatness , and the care That yokes with empire , yield ...
... give the warrior kings of old , Victoria , since your Royal grace To one of less desert allows This laurel greener from the brows Of him that uttered nothing base ; And should your greatness , and the care That yokes with empire , yield ...
Strana 44
... give me grace To help me of my weary load . " And on the liquid mirror glowed The clear perfection of her face . " Is this the form , " she made her moan , " That won his praises night and morn ? And " Ah , " she said , " but I wake ...
... give me grace To help me of my weary load . " And on the liquid mirror glowed The clear perfection of her face . " Is this the form , " she made her moan , " That won his praises night and morn ? And " Ah , " she said , " but I wake ...
Strana 50
... sound , and clear and whole , His memory scarce can make me sad . Yet fill my glass : give me one kiss : My own sweet Alice , we must die . There's somewhat in this world amiss Shall be unriddled by 50 THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER . 50.
... sound , and clear and whole , His memory scarce can make me sad . Yet fill my glass : give me one kiss : My own sweet Alice , we must die . There's somewhat in this world amiss Shall be unriddled by 50 THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER . 50.
Strana 53
... give me vow for vow , Sweet Alice , if I told her all ? ” Sometimes I saw you sit and spin ; And , in the pauses of the wind , Sometimes I heard you sing within ; Sometimes your shadow crossed the blind ; At last you THE MILLER'S ...
... give me vow for vow , Sweet Alice , if I told her all ? ” Sometimes I saw you sit and spin ; And , in the pauses of the wind , Sometimes I heard you sing within ; Sometimes your shadow crossed the blind ; At last you THE MILLER'S ...
Strana 63
... freedom . ' " Here she ceased , And Paris pondered , and I cried , ' O Paris , Give it to Pallas ! ' but he heard me not , Or hearing would not hear me , woe is me ! " O mother Ida , many - fountained Ida , CENONE . 63.
... freedom . ' " Here she ceased , And Paris pondered , and I cried , ' O Paris , Give it to Pallas ! ' but he heard me not , Or hearing would not hear me , woe is me ! " O mother Ida , many - fountained Ida , CENONE . 63.
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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.