The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Том 1Henry S. King, 1875 - 1710 стор. |
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ALFRED TENNYSON beneath blow breast breath brow call me early Camelot cheek chidden cloud dark dead Dear mother Ida death deep Dora dream Earl was fair earth EDWIN MORRIS Eleänore Elysian valleys Enone Excalibur eyes face fall floating flowers fluttering tongues folds foolish song gleaming golden prime grave green hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart Heaven hills King King Arthur kiss kiss'd Lady Clara Vere Lady of Shalott land last embrace Let them rave light lips live look look'd memory mind mirror crack'd moon morn never night o'er Oriana Queen roll'd rose round saw thro seem'd shadow silent sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile song soul spake star stept sweet tears thee thine things thought thro toil turret and tree Vere de Vere voice weary weep whisper wild wind
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Сторінка 30 - My life is dreary, He cometh not," she said; She said, "I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!
Сторінка 115 - Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot.
Сторінка 266 - So flash'd and fell the brand Excalibur : But ere he dipt the surface, rose an arm Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, And caught him by the hilt, and brandish'd him Three times, and drew hin* under in the mere.
Сторінка 263 - To whom replied King Arthur, faint and pale: "Thou hast...
Сторінка 213 - To dream and dream, like yonder amber light, 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...
Сторінка 57 - Over its grave i' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the hollyhock, Heavily hangs the tiger-lily. The air is damp, and hush'd, and close, As a sick man's room when he taketh repose An hour before death ; My very heart faints and my whole soul grieves At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves, And the breath Of the fading edges of box beneath, And the year's last rose. Heavily hangs the broad...
Сторінка 211 - And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. Why are we weigh'd upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with sharp distress, While all things else have rest from weariness? All things have rest: why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things, And make perpetual moan, Still from one sorrow to another thrown: Nor ever fold our wings, And cease from wanderings, Nor steep our brows in slumber's...
Сторінка 215 - Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind, In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined On the hills like gods together, careless of mankind.
Сторінка 267 - ... tis time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight. And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My wound hath taken cold, and I shall die." So saying, from the pavement he half rose, Slowly, with pain, reclining on his arm, And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded thro...
Сторінка 120 - Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott. Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right — The leaves upon her falling light — Thro...