The Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson, Svazek 2Macmillan, 1908 |
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Strana 71
... gone to her , She told , perforce ; and winning easy grace , No doubt , for slight delay , remain'd among us In our young nursery still unknown , the stem Less grain than touchwood , while my honest heat Were all miscounted as malignant ...
... gone to her , She told , perforce ; and winning easy grace , No doubt , for slight delay , remain'd among us In our young nursery still unknown , the stem Less grain than touchwood , while my honest heat Were all miscounted as malignant ...
Strana 116
... gone , Ere you were born to vex us ? Is it kind ? Speak to her I say : is this not she of whom , When first she came , all flush'd you said to me Now had you got a friend of your own age , Now could you share your thought ; now should ...
... gone , Ere you were born to vex us ? Is it kind ? Speak to her I say : is this not she of whom , When first she came , all flush'd you said to me Now had you got a friend of your own age , Now could you share your thought ; now should ...
Strana 119
... gone . ' She turn'd ; the very nape of her white neck Was rosed with indignation : but the Prince Her brother came ; the king her father charm'd Her wounded soul with words : nor did mine own Refuse her proffer , lastly gave his hand ...
... gone . ' She turn'd ; the very nape of her white neck Was rosed with indignation : but the Prince Her brother came ; the king her father charm'd Her wounded soul with words : nor did mine own Refuse her proffer , lastly gave his hand ...
Strana 126
... gone , but left Her child among us , willing she should keep Court - favour : here and there the small bright head , A light of healing , glanced about the couch , Or thro ' the parted silks the tender face Peep'd 126 THE PRINCESS ;
... gone , but left Her child among us , willing she should keep Court - favour : here and there the small bright head , A light of healing , glanced about the couch , Or thro ' the parted silks the tender face Peep'd 126 THE PRINCESS ;
Strana 148
... gone by , When the poor are hovell'd and hustled together , each sex , like swine , When only the ledger lives , and when only not all men lie ; Peace in her vineyard - yes ! -but a company forges the wine . X. And the vitriol madness ...
... gone by , When the poor are hovell'd and hustled together , each sex , like swine , When only the ledger lives , and when only not all men lie ; Peace in her vineyard - yes ! -but a company forges the wine . X. And the vitriol madness ...
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Strana 60 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
Strana 207 - 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, 'I wait.
Strana 207 - She is coming, my own, my sweet ; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed ; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead ; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Strana 57 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, 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 343 - BE neaSme when my light is low, When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick And tingle; and the heart is sick, And all the wheels of Being slow.
Strana 286 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on steppingstones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Strana 123 - Ask me no more. Ask me no more : what answer should I give ? I love not hollow cheek or faded eye : Yet, O my friend, I will not have thee die ! Ask me no more, lest I should bid thee live ; Ask me no more.
Strana 402 - And wheel'd or lit the filmy shapes That haunt the dusk, with ermine capes And woolly breasts and beaded eyes; While now we sang old songs that peal'd From knoll to knoll, where, couch'd at ease, The white kine glimmer'd, and the trees Laid their dark arms about the field.
Strana 298 - And only thro' the faded leaf The chestnut pattering to the ground; Calm and deep peace on this high wold, And on these dews that drench the furze, And all the silvery gossamers That twinkle into green and gold; Calm and still light on yon great plain That sweeps with all its autumn bowers, And crowded farms and lessening towers, To mingle with the bounding main...
Strana 290 - I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain, A use in measured language lies; The sad mechanic exercise, Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.