The Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson, Svazek 2Macmillan, 1908 |
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Strana 4
... shadow , while the twangling violin Struck up with Soldier - laddie , and overhead The broad ambrosial aisles of lofty lime Made noise with bees and breeze from end to end . Strange was the sight and smacking of the time ; And long we ...
... shadow , while the twangling violin Struck up with Soldier - laddie , and overhead The broad ambrosial aisles of lofty lime Made noise with bees and breeze from end to end . Strange was the sight and smacking of the time ; And long we ...
Strana 10
... shadows in a dream.- Heroic seems our Princess as required— But something made to suit with Time and place , A Gothic ruin and a Grecian house , A talk of college and of ladies ' rights , A feudal knight in silken masquerade , And ...
... shadows in a dream.- Heroic seems our Princess as required— But something made to suit with Time and place , A Gothic ruin and a Grecian house , A talk of college and of ladies ' rights , A feudal knight in silken masquerade , And ...
Strana 11
... shadow , had foretold , Dying , that none of all our blood should know The shadow from the substance , and that one Should come to fight with shadows and to fall . For so , my mother said , the story ran . And , truly , waking dreams ...
... shadow , had foretold , Dying , that none of all our blood should know The shadow from the substance , and that one Should come to fight with shadows and to fall . For so , my mother said , the story ran . And , truly , waking dreams ...
Strana 14
... shadow from the truth ! Take me : I'll serve you better in a strait ; I grate on rusty hinges here : ' but ' No ! ' Roar'd the rough king , ' you shall not ; we ourself Will crush her pretty maiden fancies dead In iron gauntlets : break ...
... shadow from the truth ! Take me : I'll serve you better in a strait ; I grate on rusty hinges here : ' but ' No ! ' Roar'd the rough king , ' you shall not ; we ourself Will crush her pretty maiden fancies dead In iron gauntlets : break ...
Strana 19
... shadow : further on we gain'd A little street half garden and half house ; But scarce could hear each other speak for noise Of clocks and chimes , like silver hammers falling On silver anvils , and the splash and stir Of fountains ...
... shadow : further on we gain'd A little street half garden and half house ; But scarce could hear each other speak for noise Of clocks and chimes , like silver hammers falling On silver anvils , and the splash and stir Of fountains ...
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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.