The Poetical Works of Alfred TennysonJ. R. Osgood, 1877 - Počet stran: 365 |
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Strana 12
... round , And the whirring sail goes round ; Alone and warming his five wits , The white owl in the belfry sits . 2 . When merry milkmaids click the latch , And rarely smells the new - mown hay , And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch ...
... round , And the whirring sail goes round ; Alone and warming his five wits , The white owl in the belfry sits . 2 . When merry milkmaids click the latch , And rarely smells the new - mown hay , And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch ...
Strana 13
... round The stately cedar , tamarisks , Thick rosaries of scented thorn , Tall orient shrubs , and obelisks Graven with emblems of the time , In honor of the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . With dazed vision unawares From the long ...
... round The stately cedar , tamarisks , Thick rosaries of scented thorn , Tall orient shrubs , and obelisks Graven with emblems of the time , In honor of the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . With dazed vision unawares From the long ...
Strana 15
... Round thy neck in subtle ring Make a carcanet of rays , And ye talk together still , In the language wherewith Spring Letters cowslips on the hill ? Hence that look and smile of thine , Spiritual Adeline . A CHARACTER . WITH a half ...
... Round thy neck in subtle ring Make a carcanet of rays , And ye talk together still , In the language wherewith Spring Letters cowslips on the hill ? Hence that look and smile of thine , Spiritual Adeline . A CHARACTER . WITH a half ...
Strana 17
... Round thee blow , self - pleached deep , Bramble - roses , faint and pale , And long purples of the dale . Let them rave . These in every shower creep Thro ' the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . 6 . The gold - eyed kingcups ...
... Round thee blow , self - pleached deep , Bramble - roses , faint and pale , And long purples of the dale . Let them rave . These in every shower creep Thro ' the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . 6 . The gold - eyed kingcups ...
Strana 19
... round my silver feet silently . All looking up for the love of me . And if I should carol aloud , from aloft All things that are forked , and horned , and soft Would lean out from the hollow sphere of the sea , All looking down for the ...
... round my silver feet silently . All looking up for the love of me . And if I should carol aloud , from aloft All things that are forked , and horned , and soft Would lean out from the hollow sphere of the sea , All looking down for the ...
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Strana 35 - O look ! the sun begins to rise, the heavens are in a glow; He shines upon a hundred fields, and all of them I know. And there I move no longer now, and there his light may shine — Wild flowers in the valley for other hands than mine.
Strana 91 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Strana 126 - THERE rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
Strana 58 - We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven ; that which we are, we are ; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Strana 88 - 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 107 - 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 : Calm and deep peace in this wide air, These leaves that redden to the fall ; And in my heart, if calm at all, If any calm, a calm despair : Calm on the seas, and silver sleep, And waves that sway themselves...
Strana 151 - Dropt to the cove, and watch'd the great sea fall, Wave after wave, each mightier than the last, Till last, a ninth one, gathering half the deep And full of voices, slowly rose and plunged Roaring, and all the wave was in a flame : And down the wave and in the flame was borne A naked babe, and rode to Merlin's feet, Who stoopt and caught the babe, and cried "The King ! Here is an heir for Uther...
Strana 142 - I wind about and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling; And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Strana 217 - I live three lives of mortal men, So great a miracle as yonder hilt. Then with both hands I flung him, wheeling him; But when I look'd again, behold an arm, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, That caught him by the hilt, and brandish'd him Three times, and drew him under in the mere.
Strana 58 - And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.