The works of Alfred Tennyson, Svazek 3 |
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... broke , nor shunn'd a soldier's death , But now when all was lost or seem'd as lost- Her stature more than mortal in the burst Of sunrise , her arm lifted , eyes on fire- Brake with a blast of trumpets from the gate , And , falling on ...
... broke , nor shunn'd a soldier's death , But now when all was lost or seem'd as lost- Her stature more than mortal in the burst Of sunrise , her arm lifted , eyes on fire- Brake with a blast of trumpets from the gate , And , falling on ...
Strana 19
... broke , I rose and past Thro ' the wild woods that hung about the town ; Found a still place , and pluck'd her likeness out ; Laid it on flowers , and watch'd it lying bathed In the green gleam of dewy - tassell'd trees : What were ...
... broke , I rose and past Thro ' the wild woods that hung about the town ; Found a still place , and pluck'd her likeness out ; Laid it on flowers , and watch'd it lying bathed In the green gleam of dewy - tassell'd trees : What were ...
Strana 21
... this ; with this our banquets rang ; Our dances broke and buzz'd in knots of talk ; Nothing but this ; my very ears were hot To hear them : knowledge , so my daughter held , Was all in all they had but been , she A MEDLEY . 21.
... this ; with this our banquets rang ; Our dances broke and buzz'd in knots of talk ; Nothing but this ; my very ears were hot To hear them : knowledge , so my daughter held , Was all in all they had but been , she A MEDLEY . 21.
Strana 66
... broke out interpreting my thoughts : " No doubt we seem a kind of monster to you ; We are used to that : for women , up till this Cramp'd under worse than South - sea - isle taboo , Dwarfs of the gynæceum , fail so far In high desire ...
... broke out interpreting my thoughts : " No doubt we seem a kind of monster to you ; We are used to that : for women , up till this Cramp'd under worse than South - sea - isle taboo , Dwarfs of the gynæceum , fail so far In high desire ...
Strana 88
... broke the letter of it to keep the sense . I spoke not then at first , but watch'd them well , Saw that they kept apart , no mischief done ; And yet this day ( tho ' you should hate me for it ) I came to tell you ; found that you had ...
... broke the letter of it to keep the sense . I spoke not then at first , but watch'd them well , Saw that they kept apart , no mischief done ; And yet this day ( tho ' you should hate me for it ) I came to tell you ; found that you had ...
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Strana 196 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. ' Forward the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns !
Strana 197 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd ; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd ; Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Strana 270 - FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower — but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
Strana 160 - Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font: The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost. And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open untD me.
Strana 285 - O YOU chorus of indolent reviewers, Irresponsible, indolent reviewers, Look, I come to the test, a tiny poem All composed in a metre of Catullus, All in quantity, careful of my motion, Like the skater on ice that hardly bears him, Lest I fall unawares before the people, Waking laughter in indolent reviewers. Should I flounder awhile without a tumble Thro...
Strana 179 - BURY the Great Duke With an empire's lamentation, Let us bury the Great Duke To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation, Mourning when their leaders fall, Warriors carry the warrior's pall, And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall.
Strana 71 - 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, dyin£, 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 33 - O lift your natures up: Embrace our aims : work out your freedom. Girls, Knowledge is now no more a fountain seal'd : Drink deep, until the habits of the slave. The sins of emptiness, gossip and spite And slander, die. Better not be at all Than not be noble.
Strana 225 - ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaay? Proputty, proputty, proputty — that's what I 'ears 'em saay. Proputty, proputty, proputty — Sam, thou's an ass for thy paai'ns : Theer's moor sense i' one o' 'is legs nor in all thy braai'ns.
Strana 265 - Glory of Virtue, to fight, to struggle, to right the wrong — Nay, but she aim'd not at glory, no lover of glory she : Give her the glory of going on, and still to be.