Works: The princess. In memoriam |
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Strana 4
O miracle of women , ' said the book , O noble heart who , being strait - besieged
By this wild king to force her to his wish , Nor bent , nor broke , nor shunn ' d a
soldier ' s death , But now when all was lost or seem ' d as lost - Her stature more
...
O miracle of women , ' said the book , O noble heart who , being strait - besieged
By this wild king to force her to his wish , Nor bent , nor broke , nor shunn ' d a
soldier ' s death , But now when all was lost or seem ' d as lost - Her stature more
...
Strana 8
At this upon the sward She tapt her tiny silken - sandall ' d foot : That ' s your light
way ; but I would make it death For any male thing but to peep at us . ' Petulant
she spoke , and at herself she laugh ' d ; A rosebud set with little wilful thorns ...
At this upon the sward She tapt her tiny silken - sandall ' d foot : That ' s your light
way ; but I would make it death For any male thing but to peep at us . ' Petulant
she spoke , and at herself she laugh ' d ; A rosebud set with little wilful thorns ...
Strana 18
He with a long low sibilation , stared As blank as death in marble ; then exclaim '
d , Averring it was clear against all rules For any man to go ; but as his brain
Began to mellow , · If the king , ' he said , · Had given us letters , was he bound to
...
He with a long low sibilation , stared As blank as death in marble ; then exclaim '
d , Averring it was clear against all rules For any man to go ; but as his brain
Began to mellow , · If the king , ' he said , · Had given us letters , was he bound to
...
Strana 28
IN ON PAIN OF DEATH ? ' TAnd if I had , he answer ' d , who could think The
softer Adams of your Academe , O sister , Sirens tho they be , were such As
chanted on the blanching bones of men ? ' • But you will find it otherwise , ' she
said .
IN ON PAIN OF DEATH ? ' TAnd if I had , he answer ' d , who could think The
softer Adams of your Academe , O sister , Sirens tho they be , were such As
chanted on the blanching bones of men ? ' • But you will find it otherwise , ' she
said .
Strana 32
I give thee to death , My brother ! it was duty spoke , not I . My needful seeming
harshness , pardon it . Our mother , is she well ? ' With that she kiss ' d His
forehead , then , a moment after , clung About him , and betwixt them blossom ' d
up ...
I give thee to death , My brother ! it was duty spoke , not I . My needful seeming
harshness , pardon it . Our mother , is she well ? ' With that she kiss ' d His
forehead , then , a moment after , clung About him , and betwixt them blossom ' d
up ...
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Běžně se vyskytující výrazy a sousloví
answer arms Aying beat blood blow break breathe brought brows child close comes Cyril dark dead dear death deep doubt dream dying earth eyes face fair faith fall fancy father fear flower follow give grief half hall hand happy head hear heard heart heaven hills hold hope hour keep king Lady land laws leave less light lips lives look lost maiden mind morning mother move Nature never night noble once pass past peace Prince Princess Psyche rest Ring rise rose round seem'd shadow side sleep song soul speak spirit spoke star stood strange summer sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought thousand thro till touch true trust truth voice wild wind woman
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Strana 197 - Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death ; The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more.
Strana 196 - THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul ? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams ? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
Strana 131 - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust : Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die ; And thou hast made him : thou art just. Thou seemest human and divine, The highest, holiest manhood, thou. Our wills are ours, we know not how ; Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
Strana 271 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Strana 52 - 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 133 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on steppingstones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Strana 272 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Strana 298 - Love is and was my Lord and King, And in his presence I attend To hear the tidings of my friend, Which every hour his couriers bring. Love is and was my King and Lord, And will be, tho...
Strana 91 - Man for the field and woman for the hearth : Man for the sword and for the needle she : Man with the head and woman with the heart: Man to command and woman to obey; All else confusion.
Strana 137 - I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain, A use in measured language lies, The sad mechanic exercise, Like dull narcotics, numbing pain. In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold; But that large grief which these enfold Is given in outline and no more. One writes that "other friends remain," That "loss is common to the race"— And...
Bibliografické údaje
| Titul | Works: The princess. In memoriam Riverside edition Works – Svazek 2, Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson |
| Autor | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson |
| Vydavatel | Houghton, Mifflin, 1904 |
| Zdroj originálu: | Michiganská univerzita |
| Digitalizováno | 17. září 2007 |
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