The Poems of Tennyson: 1830-1865Cassell, 1907 - Počet stran: 596 |
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1830-1865 Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. XII A CHARACTER WITH a half - glance upon the sky At night he said , " The wanderings Of this most intricate Universe Teach me the nothingness of things . " Yet could not all creation pierce ...
1830-1865 Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. XII A CHARACTER WITH a half - glance upon the sky At night he said , " The wanderings Of this most intricate Universe Teach me the nothingness of things . " Yet could not all creation pierce ...
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... half in fear , Shrill music reached them on the middle sea . SONG Whither away , whither away , whither away ? Fly no more : Whither away wi ' the singing sail ? whither away wi ' the oar ? Whither away from the high green field and the ...
... half in fear , Shrill music reached them on the middle sea . SONG Whither away , whither away , whither away ? Fly no more : Whither away wi ' the singing sail ? whither away wi ' the oar ? Whither away from the high green field and the ...
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... half reclined ; I watch thy grace ; and in its place My heart a charmed slumber keeps , While I muse upon thy face ... half - within and half - without , And full of dealings with the world ? In yonder chair I see him sit , Three fingers ...
... half reclined ; I watch thy grace ; and in its place My heart a charmed slumber keeps , While I muse upon thy face ... half - within and half - without , And full of dealings with the world ? In yonder chair I see him sit , Three fingers ...
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... half - sly , half - shy , You would , and would not , little one ! Although I pleaded tenderly , And you and I were all alone . And slowly was my mother brought To yield consent to my desire : She wish'd me happy , but she thought I ...
... half - sly , half - shy , You would , and would not , little one ! Although I pleaded tenderly , And you and I were all alone . And slowly was my mother brought To yield consent to my desire : She wish'd me happy , but she thought I ...
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... half - asleep his breath he drew , Three times I stabb'd him thro ' and thro ' . O the Earl was fair to see ! I curl'd and comb'd his comely head , He look'd so grand when he was dead . The wind is blowing in turret and tree . I wrapt ...
... half - asleep his breath he drew , Three times I stabb'd him thro ' and thro ' . O the Earl was fair to see ! I curl'd and comb'd his comely head , He look'd so grand when he was dead . The wind is blowing in turret and tree . I wrapt ...
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Strana 296 - 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 343 - 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 234 - We have but faith: we cannot know; For knowledge is of things we see; And yet we trust it comes from thee, A beam in darkness : let it grow. Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
Strana 342 - 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. 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.
Strana 232 - " Charge for the guns ! " he said ; Into the valley of death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Strana 152 - Myself not least, but honor'd of them all; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Strana 113 - And if indeed I cast the brand away, Surely a precious thing, one worthy note, Should thus be lost for ever from the earth, Which might have pleased the eyes of many men. What good should follow this, if this were done ? What harm, undone ? Deep harm to disobey, Seeing obedience is the bond of rule. Were it well to obey then, if a king demand An act unprofitable, against himself ? The King is sick, and knows not what he does.
Strana 343 - Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
Strana 215 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Strana 112 - I am so deeply smitten thro' the helm That without help I cannot last till morn. Thou therefore take my brand Excalibur, Which was my pride : for thou rememberest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Rose up from out the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword — and how I...