TENNUSON'S THE LADY OF SHALOTT AND OTHER POEMS |
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A. C. Bradley Aeneid anapaestic Aphroditè Aroer beauty beneath breath Camelot Canopus canst cease Clara Vere Cleopatra cloud crested bird dark daughter dawn dead Dear mother Ida death DEIGHTON divine earth Enone eyes face fear fire flowers fold forlorn gleaming gods grave Greek H. B. COTTERILL harken ere hath hear heard heart heat Heaven hope Iphigeneia J. H. FOWLER king knew Lady of Shalott land lawn light live look look'd LOTOS-EATERS MACMILLAN maiden marsh-marigold MICHAEL MACMILLAN mind moan moon morning night pain Palace of Art poem poet Queen roll'd round scornful seem'd sewed shadow shines silent sing sleep song soul sound star STOPFORD BROOKE sweet tears Tennyson thee thine things thou thou art Lord thought thro thy dream toil Trojan war Troy Vere de Vere voice W. T. WEBB weep Wilt wind words
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Сторінка 2 - Skimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott?
Сторінка 7 - Who is this? and what is here? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer, And they...
Сторінка 3 - For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, went to Camelot : Or when the moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed ; " I am half sick of shadows,
Сторінка 33 - he said, and pointed toward the land, 'This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.' In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.
Сторінка 38 - Like a tale of little meaning tho' the words are strong ; Chanted from an ill-used race of men that cleave the soil, Sow the seed, and reap the harvest with enduring toil, Storing yearly little dues of wheat, and wine and oil ; Till they perish and they suffer — some, 'tis whisper'd — down in hell Suffer endless anguish, others in Elysian valleys dwell, Resting weary limbs at last on beds of asphodel.
Сторінка 15 - Beauty only, (Beauty seen In all varieties of mould and mind) And Knowledge for its beauty ; or if Good, Good only for its beauty, seeing not That Beauty, Good, and Knowledge, are three sisters That doat upon each other, friends to man, Living together under the same roof, And never can be sunder'd without tears. And he that shuts Love out, in turn shall be Shut out from Love, and on her threshold lie Howling in outer darkness. Not for this Was common clay ta'en from the common earth, Moulded by...
Сторінка 6 - Tirra lirra," by the river Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces thro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot.
Сторінка 25 - Lady Clara Vere de Vere, Some meeker pupil you must find, For were you queen of all that is, I could not stoop to such a mind. You sought to prove how I could love, And my disdain is my reply. The lion on your old stone gates Is not more cold to you than I.
Сторінка 18 - Blowing a noise of tongues and deeds, A dust of systems and of creeds. ' I cannot hide that some have striven, Achieving calm, to whom was given The joy that mixes man with Heaven : ' Who, rowing hard against the stream, Saw distant gates of Eden gleam, And did not dream it was a dream...
Сторінка 34 - THERE is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro...