The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson |
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Strana 13
... father's door , And chiefly from the brook that loves To purl o'er matted cress and ribbed sand , Or dimple in the dark of rushy coves , Drawing into his narrow earthen urn , In every elbow and turn , The filter'd tribute of the rough ...
... father's door , And chiefly from the brook that loves To purl o'er matted cress and ribbed sand , Or dimple in the dark of rushy coves , Drawing into his narrow earthen urn , In every elbow and turn , The filter'd tribute of the rough ...
Strana 27
... father's eyes ! " O mother , hear me yet before I die . Hear me , O earth . I will not die alone , Lest their shrill happy laughter come to me Walking the cold and starless road of Death Uncomforted , leaving my ancient love With the ...
... father's eyes ! " O mother , hear me yet before I die . Hear me , O earth . I will not die alone , Lest their shrill happy laughter come to me Walking the cold and starless road of Death Uncomforted , leaving my ancient love With the ...
Strana 28
... father of the rest ; A million wrinkles carved his skin ; A hundred winters snow'd upon his breast From cheek and throat and chin . And one , an English home , -gray twilight pour'd On dewy pastures , dewy trees , Softer than sleep ...
... father of the rest ; A million wrinkles carved his skin ; A hundred winters snow'd upon his breast From cheek and throat and chin . And one , an English home , -gray twilight pour'd On dewy pastures , dewy trees , Softer than sleep ...
Strana 37
... father held his hand upon his face : I , blinded with my tears , " Still strove to speak : my voice was thick with sighs As in a dream . Dimly I could descry The stern black - bearded kings with wolfish eyes , Waiting to see me die ...
... father held his hand upon his face : I , blinded with my tears , " Still strove to speak : my voice was thick with sighs As in a dream . Dimly I could descry The stern black - bearded kings with wolfish eyes , Waiting to see me die ...
Strana 38
... father's vow ; The daughter of the warrior Gileadite , A maiden pure ; as when she went along From Mizpeh's tower'd gate with welcome light , With timbrel and with song . The valleys of grape - loaded vines that glow Beneath the battled ...
... father's vow ; The daughter of the warrior Gileadite , A maiden pure ; as when she went along From Mizpeh's tower'd gate with welcome light , With timbrel and with song . The valleys of grape - loaded vines that glow Beneath the battled ...
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answer'd arms Arthur beneath blood blow breath brows Caerleon call'd Camelot child Cloth cloud cres cried Dagonet dark dead dear death deep dream earth Enid ev'n Excalibur eyes face fair fall fear fire flower Gawain Geraint golden Gorlois Guinevere hall hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven holy JOHN S. C. ABBOTT jousts king King Arthur kiss knew Lady Lady of Shalott Lancelot land Lavaine light Limours lips live look look'd lord maid maiden Merlin moon morn mother move never night noble o'er once Queen rode rose round seem'd shadow shame sing Sir Bedivere Sir Lancelot Sir Pelleas sleep smile song soul spake speak spirit star stept stood sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro turn'd vext voice weep wild wind wood words
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Strana 56 - In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.
Strana 83 - 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 105 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Strana 185 - Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid, Not only to keep down the base in man, But teach high thought, and amiable words And courtliness, and the desire of fame, And love of truth, and all that makes a man.
Strana 80 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
Strana 41 - Then spoke King Arthur, breathing heavily : " What is it thou hast seen ? or what hast heard ?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : " I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
Strana 139 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die, Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Strana 41 - And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea. Where I will heal me of my grievous wound." So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away. But when that moan had past for evermore, The stillness of...
Strana 12 - The broken sheds look'd sad and strange : Unlifted was the clinking latch ; Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange. She only said, ' My life is dreary, He Cometh not...
Strana 189 - The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels And on a sudden, lo! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.