Works: The princess. In memoriam |
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Strana 5
Strange was the sight to me ; For all the sloping pasture murmur ' d , sown With
happy faces and with holiday . There moved the multitude , a thousand heads ;
The patient leaders of their Institute Taught them with facts . One rear ' d a font of
...
Strange was the sight to me ; For all the sloping pasture murmur ' d , sown With
happy faces and with holiday . There moved the multitude , a thousand heads ;
The patient leaders of their Institute Taught them with facts . One rear ' d a font of
...
Strana 30
... And snared the squirrel of the glen ? are you That Psyche , wont to bind my
throbbing brow , To smooth my pillow , mix the foaming draught Of fever , tell me
pleasant tales , and read My sickness down to happy dreams ? are you That
brother ...
... And snared the squirrel of the glen ? are you That Psyche , wont to bind my
throbbing brow , To smooth my pillow , mix the foaming draught Of fever , tell me
pleasant tales , and read My sickness down to happy dreams ? are you That
brother ...
Strana 53
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 ...
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 ...
Strana 98
... The lovely , lordly creature Aoated on To where her wounded brethren lay ;
there stay ' d , Knelt on one knee , — the child on one , — and prest Their hands ,
and call ' d them dear deliverers , And happy warriors , and immortal names , And
...
... The lovely , lordly creature Aoated on To where her wounded brethren lay ;
there stay ' d , Knelt on one knee , — the child on one , — and prest Their hands ,
and call ' d them dear deliverers , And happy warriors , and immortal names , And
...
Strana 100
She said ; but at the happy word · he lives ! ' My father stoop ' d , re - father ' d o '
er my wounds . So those two foes above my fallen life , With brow to brow like
night and evening mixt Their dark and gray , while Psyche ever stole A little
nearer ...
She said ; but at the happy word · he lives ! ' My father stoop ' d , re - father ' d o '
er my wounds . So those two foes above my fallen life , With brow to brow like
night and evening mixt Their dark and gray , while Psyche ever stole A little
nearer ...
Co říkají ostatní - Napsat recenzi
Na obvyklých místech jsme nenalezli žádné recenze.
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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