Poetical Works, Svazek 1Ticknor and Fields, 1861 |
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Strana 13
... star - strown calm , Until another night in night I entered , from the clearer light , Imbowered vaults of pillared palm , Imprisoning sweets , which , as they clomb Heavenward , were stayed beneath the dome Of hollow boughs . - A ...
... star - strown calm , Until another night in night I entered , from the clearer light , Imbowered vaults of pillared palm , Imprisoning sweets , which , as they clomb Heavenward , were stayed beneath the dome Of hollow boughs . - A ...
Strana 15
... stars inlaid , Grew darker from that under - flame : So , leaping lightly from the boat , With silver anchor left afloat , In marvel whence that glory came Upon me , as in sleep I sank In cool soft turf upon the bank , Entranced with ...
... stars inlaid , Grew darker from that under - flame : So , leaping lightly from the boat , With silver anchor left afloat , In marvel whence that glory came Upon me , as in sleep I sank In cool soft turf upon the bank , Entranced with ...
Strana 16
... laughter - stirred With merriment of kingly pride , Sole star of all that place and time , I saw him - in his golden prime , THE GOOD HAROUN ALRASCHID ! ODE TO MEMORY . I. THOU who stealest fire , 16 THE ARABIAN NIGHTS .
... laughter - stirred With merriment of kingly pride , Sole star of all that place and time , I saw him - in his golden prime , THE GOOD HAROUN ALRASCHID ! ODE TO MEMORY . I. THOU who stealest fire , 16 THE ARABIAN NIGHTS .
Strana 17
... star The black earth with brilliance rare . III . breast , Whilome thou camest with the morning mist , And with the evening cloud , Showering thy gleaned wealth into my open ( Those peerless flowers which in the rudest wind Never grow ...
... star The black earth with brilliance rare . III . breast , Whilome thou camest with the morning mist , And with the evening cloud , Showering thy gleaned wealth into my open ( Those peerless flowers which in the rudest wind Never grow ...
Strana 18
... stars that tremble O'er the deep mind of dauntless infancy . Small thought was there of life's distress ; For sure she deemed no mist of earth could dull Those spirit - thrilling eyes so keen and beautiful : Sure she was nigher to ...
... stars that tremble O'er the deep mind of dauntless infancy . Small thought was there of life's distress ; For sure she deemed no mist of earth could dull Those spirit - thrilling eyes so keen and beautiful : Sure she was nigher to ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON answer arms beneath betwixt blazoned blow breast breath brows Camelot cataract cheek child cloud crown Cyril dark dead dear death deep dipt doors Dora dream dropt earth Edwin Morris Enone Excalibur eyes face fair fall Florian flowers flying folds forever hand happy harken ere hath head hear heard heart Heaven hollow hour king King Arthur kiss knew Lady of Shalott Lady Psyche land Let them rave light lips live Locksley Hall look Lord maid maiden moon morn mother Ida move murmur night o'er Oriana Princess Princess Ida Queen rode rolled rose round sang scorn seemed shadow shame SIMEON STYLITES Sir Bedivere sleep smile song soul sound spake speak spoke star stept stood summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought touch turned unto vext voice weary whisper wild wind woman words
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Strana 341 - ... 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 unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake : So...
Strana 183 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea : I am become a name ; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but...
Strana 130 - Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere, •' Ah ! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go ? Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes ? For now I see the true old times are dead, When every morning brought a noble chance, And every chance brought out a noble knight.
Strana 127 - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere: '•I heard the ripple washing in the reeds, And the wild water lapping on the crag.
Strana 93 - Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height; To hear each other's whisper'd speech; Eating the Lotos day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving lines of creamy spray; To lend our hearts and spirits wholly To the influence of mild-minded melancholy...
Strana 226 - EVE. DEEP on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon : My breath to heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord : Make Thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year That in my bosom lies. As these white robes are...
Strana 130 - If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
Strana 182 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
Strana 24 - THE poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars above ; Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love. He saw thro' life and death, thro' good and ill, He saw thro
Strana 239 - He does not love me for my birth, Nor for my lands so broad and fair; He loves me for my own true worth, And that is well,