The works of Alfred Tennyson. With 25 illustr |
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Strana 12
... breath Of the fading edges of box beneath , And the year's last rose . Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i ' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the hollyhock , Heavily hangs the tiger - lily . Of this most intricate ...
... breath Of the fading edges of box beneath , And the year's last rose . Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i ' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the hollyhock , Heavily hangs the tiger - lily . Of this most intricate ...
Strana 13
... breath- ing spring Of Hope and Youth . So many minds did gird their orbs with beams , Tho ' one did fling the fire . Heaven flow'd upon the soul in many dreams Of high desire . Thus truth was multiplied on truth , the world Like one ...
... breath- ing spring Of Hope and Youth . So many minds did gird their orbs with beams , Tho ' one did fling the fire . Heaven flow'd upon the soul in many dreams Of high desire . Thus truth was multiplied on truth , the world Like one ...
Strana 14
... breath Which would blight the plants . Where you stand you cannot hear From the groves within The wild - bird's din . In the heart of the garden the merry bird chants , It would fall to the ground if you came in . In the middle leaps a ...
... breath Which would blight the plants . Where you stand you cannot hear From the groves within The wild - bird's din . In the heart of the garden the merry bird chants , It would fall to the ground if you came in . In the middle leaps a ...
Strana 20
... breath Of the lilies at sunrise ? Wherefore that faint smile of thine , Shadowy , dreaming Adeline ? IV . Some honey - converse feeds thy mind , Some spirit of a crimson rose In love with thee forgets to close His curtains , wasting ...
... breath Of the lilies at sunrise ? Wherefore that faint smile of thine , Shadowy , dreaming Adeline ? IV . Some honey - converse feeds thy mind , Some spirit of a crimson rose In love with thee forgets to close His curtains , wasting ...
Strana 21
... Breathing Light against thy face , While his locks a - drooping twined Round thy neck in subtle ring Make a carcanet of rays , And talk together still , ye In the language wherewith Spring Letters cowslips on the hill ? Hence that look ...
... Breathing Light against thy face , While his locks a - drooping twined Round thy neck in subtle ring Make a carcanet of rays , And talk together still , ye In the language wherewith Spring Letters cowslips on the hill ? Hence that look ...
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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,