Tennyson's Complete Works: (Including Queen Mary)R.Worthington, 1876 |
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... hall ; Till that great sea - snake under the sea From his coiled sleeps in the central deeps Would slowly trail himself sevenfold Round the hall where I sate , and look in at ( the gate With his large calm eyes for the love of me . And ...
... hall ; Till that great sea - snake under the sea From his coiled sleeps in the central deeps Would slowly trail himself sevenfold Round the hall where I sate , and look in at ( the gate With his large calm eyes for the love of me . And ...
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... hall , And cast the golden fruit upon the board , And bred this change ; that I might speak ( my mind , And tell her to her face how much I hate Her presence , hated both of Gods and men . O mother , hear me yet before I die . Hath he ...
... hall , And cast the golden fruit upon the board , And bred this change ; that I might speak ( my mind , And tell her to her face how much I hate Her presence , hated both of Gods and men . O mother , hear me yet before I die . Hath he ...
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... of the rest ; A million wrinkles carved his skin A hundred winters snow'd upon his breast From cheek and throat and chin . Above , the fair hall - ceiling stately - set Many an arch high up did lift , And angels THE PALACE OF ART . 25.
... of the rest ; A million wrinkles carved his skin A hundred winters snow'd upon his breast From cheek and throat and chin . Above , the fair hall - ceiling stately - set Many an arch high up did lift , And angels THE PALACE OF ART . 25.
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... hall , No voice breaks thro ' the stillness of this ( world : One deep , deep silence all ! " She , mouldering with the dull earth's moul- ( dering sod , Inwrapt tenfold in slothful shame . Lay there exiled from eternal God , Lost to ...
... hall , No voice breaks thro ' the stillness of this ( world : One deep , deep silence all ! " She , mouldering with the dull earth's moul- ( dering sod , Inwrapt tenfold in slothful shame . Lay there exiled from eternal God , Lost to ...
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... hall : The guilt of blood is at your door : You changed a wholesome heart to gall . You held your course without ... halls and towers : The languid light of your proud eyes Is wearied of the rolling hours . In glowing health , with ...
... hall : The guilt of blood is at your door : You changed a wholesome heart to gall . You held your course without ... halls and towers : The languid light of your proud eyes Is wearied of the rolling hours . In glowing health , with ...
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Сторінка 86 - BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead...
Сторінка 360 - Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats 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.
Сторінка 156 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Сторінка 120 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be...
Сторінка 61 - Myself not least, but honoured of them all; 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 untravelled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Сторінка 42 - And answer made King Arthur, breathing hard: " My end draws nigh ; '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.
Сторінка 41 - And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur, And o'er him, drawing it, the winter moon, Brightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt...
Сторінка 62 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho...
Сторінка 103 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Сторінка 41 - Stored in some treasure-house of mighty kings, Some one might show it at a joust of arms, Saying, 'King Arthur's sword, Excalibur, Wrought by the lonely maiden of the Lake. Nine years she wrought it, sitting in the deeps Upon the hidden bases of the hills.