The works of Alfred Tennyson, Svazek 3Strahan & Company, 1872 |
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Strana 15
... fight with shadows and to fall . For so , my mother said , the story ran . And , truly , waking dreams were , more or less , An old and strange affection of the house . Myself too had weird seizures , Heaven knows what :
... fight with shadows and to fall . For so , my mother said , the story ran . And , truly , waking dreams were , more or less , An old and strange affection of the house . Myself too had weird seizures , Heaven knows what :
Strana 40
... fights ) As he bestrode my Grandsire , when he fell , And all else fled : we point to it , and we say , The loyal warmth of Florian is not cold , But branches current yet in kindred veins . " " Are you that Psyche " Florian added " she ...
... fights ) As he bestrode my Grandsire , when he fell , And all else fled : we point to it , and we say , The loyal warmth of Florian is not cold , But branches current yet in kindred veins . " " Are you that Psyche " Florian added " she ...
Strana 59
... fighting shadows here ! I forced a way Thro ' solid opposition crabb'd and gnarl'd . Better to clear prime forests , heave and thump A league of street in summer solstice down , Than hammer at this reverend gentlewoman . I knock'd and ...
... fighting shadows here ! I forced a way Thro ' solid opposition crabb'd and gnarl'd . Better to clear prime forests , heave and thump A league of street in summer solstice down , Than hammer at this reverend gentlewoman . I knock'd and ...
Strana 75
... fight with iron laws , in the end Found golden : let the past be past ; let be Their cancell'd Babels : tho ' the rough kex break The starr'd mosaic , and the beard - blown goat Hang on the shaft , and the wild figtree split Their ...
... fight with iron laws , in the end Found golden : let the past be past ; let be Their cancell'd Babels : tho ' the rough kex break The starr'd mosaic , and the beard - blown goat Hang on the shaft , and the wild figtree split Their ...
Strana 101
... wishes at a dance to change The music - clapt her hands and cried for war , Or some grand fight to kill and make an end : And he that next inherited the tale Half turning to the broken statue , said , " Sir Ralph has got your colours : if ...
... wishes at a dance to change The music - clapt her hands and cried for war , Or some grand fight to kill and make an end : And he that next inherited the tale Half turning to the broken statue , said , " Sir Ralph has got your colours : if ...
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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.