The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson: Poet Laureate, Etc, Svazek 1Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... tell me if she love me , Cruel little Lilian . When my passion seeks Pleasance in love - sighs , She , looking through and through me Thoroughly to undo me , Smiling , never speaks : So innocent - arch , so cunning - simple , From ...
... tell me if she love me , Cruel little Lilian . When my passion seeks Pleasance in love - sighs , She , looking through and through me Thoroughly to undo me , Smiling , never speaks : So innocent - arch , so cunning - simple , From ...
Strana 50
... tell my name again to me . I would be dying evermore , So dying ever , Eleänore . THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER . I SEE the wealthy miller yet , His double chin , his portly size , And who that knew him could forget The busy wrinkles round his ...
... tell my name again to me . I would be dying evermore , So dying ever , Eleänore . THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER . I SEE the wealthy miller yet , His double chin , his portly size , And who that knew him could forget The busy wrinkles round his ...
Strana 65
... tell her to her face how much I hate Her presence , hated both of Gods and men . " O mother , hear me yet before I die . Hath he not sworn his love a thousand times , In this green valley , under this green hill , Even on this hand ...
... tell her to her face how much I hate Her presence , hated both of Gods and men . " O mother , hear me yet before I die . Hath he not sworn his love a thousand times , In this green valley , under this green hill , Even on this hand ...
Strana 86
... tell her , when I'm gone , to train the rose - bush that I set About the parlor - window and the box of migno nette . XIII . Good - night , sweet mother : call me before the day is born . All night I lie awake , but I fall asleep at ...
... tell her , when I'm gone , to train the rose - bush that I set About the parlor - window and the box of migno nette . XIII . Good - night , sweet mother : call me before the day is born . All night I lie awake , but I fall asleep at ...
Strana 88
... tell the sign . VII . All in the wild March - morning I heard the angels call ; It was when the moon was setting , and the dark was over all ; The trees began to whisper , and the wind began to roll , And in the wild March - morning I ...
... tell the sign . VII . All in the wild March - morning I heard the angels call ; It was when the moon was setting , and the dark was over all ; The trees began to whisper , and the wind began to roll , And in the wild March - morning I ...
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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.