The Poetical Works of Alfred, Lord TennysonCollins' Clear-Type Press, 1900 - Počet stran: 692 |
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Strana 31
... knights come riding two and two She hath no loyal knight and true , The Lady of Shalott . But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights , For often thro ' the silent nights A funeral , with plumes and lights And ...
... knights come riding two and two She hath no loyal knight and true , The Lady of Shalott . But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights , For often thro ' the silent nights A funeral , with plumes and lights And ...
Strana 32
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. A red - cross knight forever kneel'd To a lady in his shield , That sparkled on the ... Knight and burgher , lord and dame , And round the prow they read her name , The Lady of Shalott . Who is this ? and ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. A red - cross knight forever kneel'd To a lady in his shield , That sparkled on the ... Knight and burgher , lord and dame , And round the prow they read her name , The Lady of Shalott . Who is this ? and ...
Strana 75
... knights , and over them the sea- wind sang Shrill , chill , with flakes of foam . He , stepping down By zig - zag paths ... knight : For surer sign had follow'd , either hand , Or voice , or else a motion of the mere . This is a shameful ...
... knights , and over them the sea- wind sang Shrill , chill , with flakes of foam . He , stepping down By zig - zag paths ... knight : For surer sign had follow'd , either hand , Or voice , or else a motion of the mere . This is a shameful ...
Strana 78
... knight . Such times have been not since the light that led The holy Elders with the gift of myrrh . But now the whole ROUND TABLE is dissolved Which was an image of the mighty world ; And I , the last , go forth companion- less , And ...
... knight . Such times have been not since the light that led The holy Elders with the gift of myrrh . But now the whole ROUND TABLE is dissolved Which was an image of the mighty world ; And I , the last , go forth companion- less , And ...
Strana 121
... knight - to me is given Such hope , I know not fear ; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here . I muse on joy that will not cease , Pure spaces clothed in living beams , Pure lilies of eternal peace , Whose odors ...
... knight - to me is given Such hope , I know not fear ; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here . I muse on joy that will not cease , Pure spaces clothed in living beams , Pure lilies of eternal peace , Whose odors ...
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The Poetical Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Poet Laureate Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson Úplné zobrazení - 1897 |
The Poetical Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson, Poet Laureate Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson Úplné zobrazení - 1899 |
The Poetical Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson, Poet Laureate Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson Úplné zobrazení - 1900 |
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Strana 515 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true. Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind.
Strana 135 - Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Strana 455 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear ; She is coming, my life, my fate ; The red rose cries, ' She is near, she is near ; ' And the white rose weeps, ' She is late;' The larkspur listens, ' I hear, I hear ;' And the lily whispers,
Strana 105 - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: . The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until 1 die. It may be that the gulfs...
Strana 170 - 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. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them...
Strana 496 - So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life, That I, considering everywhere Her secret meaning in her deeds, And finding that of fifty seeds She often brings but one to bear, I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro...
Strana 398 - 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. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon...
Strana 59 - Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips are dumb. Let us alone. What is it that will last ? All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil ? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave ? All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence ; ripen, fall, and cease : Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease.
Strana 78 - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world. Comfort thyself : what comfort is in me ? I have lived my life, and that which I have done May He within himself make pure ! but thou, If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul.
Strana 75 - So saying, from the ruin'd shrine he stept, And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur, And o'er him, drawing it, the winter moon, Brightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt: For all...