The works of Alfred Tennyson. With 25 illustr |
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... 262 The Passing of Arthur 525 The Grandmother . 263 To the Queen 534 Northern Farmer . Old Style • 266 Northern Farmer . New Style 268 QUEEN MARY . HAROLD . • 536 619 CLARIBEL . A MELODY . 1 . WHERE Claribel low iv CONTENTS .
... 262 The Passing of Arthur 525 The Grandmother . 263 To the Queen 534 Northern Farmer . Old Style • 266 Northern Farmer . New Style 268 QUEEN MARY . HAROLD . • 536 619 CLARIBEL . A MELODY . 1 . WHERE Claribel low iv CONTENTS .
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... HAROLD · Damsels in divers colours like the cloud Of sunset and sunrise , and all of them On horses . Hark , there is battle at the palace gates , And I will out upon the gallery . • 487 563 582 Lady . What hath your Highness written ...
... HAROLD · Damsels in divers colours like the cloud Of sunset and sunrise , and all of them On horses . Hark , there is battle at the palace gates , And I will out upon the gallery . • 487 563 582 Lady . What hath your Highness written ...
Strana 262
... Harold's England fell to Norman swords ; Yet thine own land has bow'd to Tartar hordes Since English Harold gave its throne a wife , Alexandrovna ! For thrones and peoples are as waifs that swing , And float or fall , in endless ebb and ...
... Harold's England fell to Norman swords ; Yet thine own land has bow'd to Tartar hordes Since English Harold gave its throne a wife , Alexandrovna ! For thrones and peoples are as waifs that swing , And float or fall , in endless ebb and ...
Strana 619
... Harold ' to my father's brother ; allow me to dedicate my ' Harold ' to yourself . A. TENNYSON . SHOW - DAY AT BATTLE ABBEY , 1876 . A GARDEN here - May breath and bloom of spring— The cuckoo yonder from an English elm Crying with my ...
... Harold ' to my father's brother ; allow me to dedicate my ' Harold ' to yourself . A. TENNYSON . SHOW - DAY AT BATTLE ABBEY , 1876 . A GARDEN here - May breath and bloom of spring— The cuckoo yonder from an English elm Crying with my ...
Strana 620
... grow the better for it . Leofwin ( laughing ) . He can but read the king's face on his coins . Stigand . Ay , ay , young lord , there the king's face is power . Gurth . O father , mock not at a public 620 ACT I. HAROLD .
... grow the better for it . Leofwin ( laughing ) . He can but read the king's face on his coins . Stigand . Ay , ay , young lord , there the king's face is power . Gurth . O father , mock not at a public 620 ACT I. HAROLD .
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Aldwyth answer'd arms Arthur ask'd Bagenhall beneath blood blow breath Caerleon call'd Camelot child Courtenay cried Dagonet dark dead dear death dream earth Edith Elizabeth Enid ev'n evermore Excalibur eyes face fair father fear flower Gardiner Gareth Gawain golden grace Guinevere hall hand happy Harold hate hath hear heard heart heaven holy jousts King King Arthur knew Lady Lady of Shalott Lancelot land Lavaine Leofwin light Limours live look look'd Lord LORD WILLIAM HOWARD maiden Mary Merlin moon Morcar morn mother never night noble o'er once Oriana Philip Prince Queen Renard rode rose round seem'd shadow shame Sir Bedivere Sir Lancelot sleep smile song soul spake speak star stept Stigand stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro Tostig turn'd vext voice weary wild wind
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Strana 531 - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world. Comfort thyself; what comfort is in me! I have lived my life, and that which I have done May He within himself make pure! but thou, 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. For what are men better than sheep or goats That...
Strana 108 - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs...
Strana 218 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Strana 76 - And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur...
Strana 27 - Skimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand ? Or at the casement seen her stand ? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott?
Strana 27 - And moving thro' a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear. There she sees the highway near Winding down to Camelot: There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village-churls, And the red cloaks of market girls, Pass onward from Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad, Goes by to tower'd Camelot; And sometimes thro...
Strana 109 - THE woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath, And after many a summer dies the swan.
Strana 530 - Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them ; and descending they were ware That all the decks were dense with stately forms Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream — by these Three Queens with crowns of gold — and from them rose A cry that...
Strana 59 - In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon; And, like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams ! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go; And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.
Strana 29 - She made three paces thro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide ; The mirror crack'd from side to side ; ' The curse is come upon me,