The Poetic and Dramatic Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Svazek 1Houghton Mifflin, 1898 - Počet stran: 887 |
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... Thee ? Men pass me by ; Christians with happy countenances And children all seem full of Thee ! And women smile with saint - like glances Like Thine own mother's when she bow'd Above Thee , on that happy morn When angels spake to men ...
... Thee ? Men pass me by ; Christians with happy countenances And children all seem full of Thee ! And women smile with saint - like glances Like Thine own mother's when she bow'd Above Thee , on that happy morn When angels spake to men ...
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... thee , with fruitage golden - rinded On golden salvers , or it may be , Youngest Autumn , in a bower Grape - thicken'd from the light , and blinded With many a deep - hued bell - like flower Of fragrant trailers , when the air Sleepeth ...
... thee , with fruitage golden - rinded On golden salvers , or it may be , Youngest Autumn , in a bower Grape - thicken'd from the light , and blinded With many a deep - hued bell - like flower Of fragrant trailers , when the air Sleepeth ...
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... thee . His bow - string slacken'd , languid Love , Leaning his cheek upon his hand , Droops both his wings , regarding thee , And so would languish evermore , Serene , imperial Eleanore . VIII 100 110 120 But when I see thee roam , with ...
... thee . His bow - string slacken'd , languid Love , Leaning his cheek upon his hand , Droops both his wings , regarding thee , And so would languish evermore , Serene , imperial Eleanore . VIII 100 110 120 But when I see thee roam , with ...
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... thee lie ? O , sorrowest thou , pale Painter , for the past , In painting some dead friend from mem- ory ? Weep on ; beyond his object Love can last . His object lives ; more cause to weep have I : My tears , no tears of love , are ...
... thee lie ? O , sorrowest thou , pale Painter , for the past , In painting some dead friend from mem- ory ? Weep on ; beyond his object Love can last . His object lives ; more cause to weep have I : My tears , no tears of love , are ...
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... thee king - born , A shepherd all thy life but yet king - born , Should come most welcome , seeing men , in power Only , are likest Gods , who have attain'd Rest in a happy place and quiet seats Above the thunder , with undying bliss In ...
... thee king - born , A shepherd all thy life but yet king - born , Should come most welcome , seeing men , in power Only , are likest Gods , who have attain'd Rest in a happy place and quiet seats Above the thunder , with undying bliss In ...
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Aldwyth answer'd arms Arthur Becket blood breath brother call'd Camelot Camma child cried crown dark dead dear death Dobson Dora dream early editions earth Edith England eyes face fair father fear fire Fitzurse flower Gawain golden Guinevere hall hand happy Harold hate hath hear heard heart heaven Henry holy John of Salisbury King King Arthur kiss knew Lady of Shalott Lancelot land Leofwin light Line live look look'd lord Lord Tennyson marriage Mary Morcar morning mother never night noble o'er once Philip poem Queen Rosamund rose round seem'd shadow shame Sinnatus Sir Balin Sir Lancelot sleep smile song soul spake speak star Stigand stood sweet Synorix tears tell Tennyson thee thine thou art thought thro Tostig turn'd vext voice Walter Map wild wind word
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Strana 447 - That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend ? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God. But now farewell. I am going a long way With these thou see'st — if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) — To the island-valley of Avilion ; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair...
Strana 446 - Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them; and descending they were ware That all the decks were dense with stately forms Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream - by these Three Queens with crowns of gold - and from them rose A cry that...
Strana 161 - 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 28 - The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died, The Lady of Shalott. Under tower and balcony, By garden-wall and gallery, A gleaming shape she floated by, Dead-pale between the houses high, Silent into Camelot. Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and burgher, lord and dame, And round the prow they read her name, The Lady of Shalott.
Strana 88 - In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have...
Strana 446 - And answer made King Arthur, breathing hard: "My end draws nigh; 'tis time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulder-s to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My wound hath taken cold, and I shall die.
Strana 156 - Now sleeps the 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...
Strana 751 - ... SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me ! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark ! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark ; For tho...
Strana 438 - I made them lay their hands in mine and swear •To reverence the King, as if he were Their conscience, and their conscience as their King, To break the heathen and uphold the Christ, To ride abroad redressing human wrongs, To speak no slander, no, nor listen to it, To honor his own word as if his God's, To lead sweet lives in purest chastity, To love one maiden only, cleave to her, And worship her by years of noble deeds, Until they won her...
Strana 60 - You ask me, why, tho' ill at ease, Within this region I subsist, Whose spirits falter in the mist, And languish for the purple seas. It is the land that freemen till, That sober-suited Freedom chose, The land, where girt with friends or foes A man may speak the thing he will ; A land of settled government, A land of just and old renown, Where Freedom...