The works of Alfred Tennyson, Svazek 3Strahan & Company, 1872 |
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Strana 45
... dearest Lady , pray you fear me not , Nor think I bear that heart within my breast , To give three gallant gentlemen to death . " " I trust you " said the other " for we two Were always friends , none closer , elm and vine : But yet ...
... dearest Lady , pray you fear me not , Nor think I bear that heart within my breast , To give three gallant gentlemen to death . " " I trust you " said the other " for we two Were always friends , none closer , elm and vine : But yet ...
Strana 140
... ! or if you scorn to lay it , Yourself , in hands so lately claspt with yours , Or speak to her , your dearest , her one fault The tenderness , not yours , that could not kill , Give me it : I will give it her . 140 THE PRINCESS ;
... ! or if you scorn to lay it , Yourself , in hands so lately claspt with yours , Or speak to her , your dearest , her one fault The tenderness , not yours , that could not kill , Give me it : I will give it her . 140 THE PRINCESS ;
Strana 260
... horror about his altar To Thor and Odin lifted a hand : " Help us from famine And plague and strife ! What would you have of us ? Human life ? Were it our nearest , Were it our dearest , ( Answer , O answer ) We give you his The Victim.
... horror about his altar To Thor and Odin lifted a hand : " Help us from famine And plague and strife ! What would you have of us ? Human life ? Were it our nearest , Were it our dearest , ( Answer , O answer ) We give you his The Victim.
Strana 263
... dearest I cannot tell ! " But the Priest was happy , His victim won : We have his dearest , His only son ! " VI . The rites prepared , the victim bared , The knife uprising toward the blow , To the altar - stone she sprang alone , " Me ...
... dearest I cannot tell ! " But the Priest was happy , His victim won : We have his dearest , His only son ! " VI . The rites prepared , the victim bared , The knife uprising toward the blow , To the altar - stone she sprang alone , " Me ...
Strana 264
... dearest ! " rush'd on the knife . And the Priest was happy , " O , Father Odin , We give you a life . Which was his nearest ? Who was his dearest ? The Gods have answer'd ; We give them the wife ! " WAGES . LORY of warrior , glory of ...
... dearest ! " rush'd on the knife . And the Priest was happy , " O , Father Odin , We give you a life . Which was his nearest ? Who was his dearest ? The Gods have answer'd ; We give them the wife ! " WAGES . LORY of warrior , glory of ...
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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.