The Life and Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson: Works: v.1-2 [Poems] v.3. Experiments. The window. In memoriam A.H.H. Maud. Idylls of the king. v.4 Idylls of the king (Continued) v.5 The lover's tale. Ballads, and other poems. Sonnets. Translations, etc. Tiresias, and other poems. v.6. Queen Mary. Harold. v.7. Becket. The cup. The falcon. The promise of May. v.8. The foresters. Demeter, and other poems. The death of OEnone, and other poems. [IndexesMacmillan, 1899 |
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Strana 6
... happy years , Seven happy years of health and competence , And mutual love and honourable toil ; With children ; first a daughter . first a daughter . In him woke , With his first babe's first cry , the noble wish To save all earnings ...
... happy years , Seven happy years of health and competence , And mutual love and honourable toil ; With children ; first a daughter . first a daughter . In him woke , With his first babe's first cry , the noble wish To save all earnings ...
Strana 8
... happy cry , And laid the feeble infant in his arms ; Whom Enoch took , and handled all his limbs , Appraised his weight and fondled father - like , But had no heart to break his purposes To Annie , till the morrow , when he spoke . Then ...
... happy cry , And laid the feeble infant in his arms ; Whom Enoch took , and handled all his limbs , Appraised his weight and fondled father - like , But had no heart to break his purposes To Annie , till the morrow , when he spoke . Then ...
Strana 18
... happy as God grants Το any of his creatures . Think upon it : For I am well - to - do - no kin , no care , No burthen , save my care for you and yours : And we have known each other all And I have loved you longer than our lives , you ...
... happy as God grants Το any of his creatures . Think upon it : For I am well - to - do - no kin , no care , No burthen , save my care for you and yours : And we have known each other all And I have loved you longer than our lives , you ...
Strana 21
... and slept : When lo ! her Enoch sitting on a height , Under a palm - tree , over him the Sun : ' He is gone , ' she thought , he is happy , he is singing Hosanna in the highest : yonder shines The Sun of 21 ENOCH ARDEN.
... and slept : When lo ! her Enoch sitting on a height , Under a palm - tree , over him the Sun : ' He is gone , ' she thought , he is happy , he is singing Hosanna in the highest : yonder shines The Sun of 21 ENOCH ARDEN.
Strana 22
... happy people strowing cried " Hosanna in the highest ! " " Here she woke , Resolved , sent for him and said wildly to him ' There is no reason why we should not wed . ' ' Then for God's sake , ' he answer'd , ' both our So sakes , you ...
... happy people strowing cried " Hosanna in the highest ! " " Here she woke , Resolved , sent for him and said wildly to him ' There is no reason why we should not wed . ' ' Then for God's sake , ' he answer'd , ' both our So sakes , you ...
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Alfred Lord Tennyson Annie answer'd arms ask'd Averill babe beän break breathe broke brows call'd Celt child cried Cyril dark dead dear death dream dropt Edith Enoch Enoch Arden ev'n evermore eyes face fair fall'n father fear fell fixt Florian flower flying follow'd girl golden half hall hand happy head hear heard heart Heaven honour hour king knew Lady Psyche land laugh'd Leolin light Lilia little birdie living look'd Lord maiden maids Melissa mixt morning mother moved night noble o'er once peace Philip Prince Princess Princess Ida proputty roll'd rolling rose round seem'd shadow shame shook silent Sir Aylmer sleep soul speak spoke star Stept stood sweet talk'd thee thine things thou thought thro turn'd vext voice wall of night watch'd wife wild Winter's tale woke woman
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Strana 310 - Speak to Him thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet — Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.
Strana 246 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Strana 41 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Strana 232 - BURY the Great Duke With an empire's lamentation, Let us bury the Great Duke To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation, Mourning when their leaders fall, Warriors carry the warrior's pall, And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall.
Strana 42 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Strana 156 - 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 65 - So Leolin went; and as we task ourselves To learn a language known but smatteringly In phrases here and there at random, toil'd Mastering the lawless science of our law, That codeless myriad of precedent, That wilderness of single instances, Thro' which a few, by wit or fortune led, May beat a pathway out to wealth and fame.
Strana 156 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow,...
Strana 213 - I strove against the stream and all in vain : Let the great river take me to the main : No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield; Ask me no more.
Strana 289 - He seems as one whose footsteps halt, Toiling in immeasurable sand, And o'er a weary, sultry land, Far beneath a blazing vault, Sown in a wrinkle of the monstrous hill, The city sparkles like a grain of salt.