PoemsEdward Moxon & Company, 1858 - 379 стор. |
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Then - while a sweeter music wakes , And thro ' wild March the throstle calls , Where all about your palace - walls The sun - lit almond - blossom shakes- Take , Madam , this poor book of song ; For tho ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Then - while a sweeter music wakes , And thro ' wild March the throstle calls , Where all about your palace - walls The sun - lit almond - blossom shakes- Take , Madam , this poor book of song ; For tho ...
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... thro ' and thro ' me Thoroughly to undo me , Smiling , never speaks : So innocent - arch , so cunning - simple , From beneath her gather'd wimple Glancing with black - beaded eyes , Till the lightning laughters dimple The baby - roses ...
... thro ' and thro ' me Thoroughly to undo me , Smiling , never speaks : So innocent - arch , so cunning - simple , From beneath her gather'd wimple Glancing with black - beaded eyes , Till the lightning laughters dimple The baby - roses ...
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... Thro ' my very heart it thrilleth When from crimson - threaded lips Silver - treble laughter trilleth : Prythee weep , May Lilian . 4 . Praying all I can , If prayers will not hush thee , Airy Lilian , Like a rose - leaf I will crush ...
... Thro ' my very heart it thrilleth When from crimson - threaded lips Silver - treble laughter trilleth : Prythee weep , May Lilian . 4 . Praying all I can , If prayers will not hush thee , Airy Lilian , Like a rose - leaf I will crush ...
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... Thro ' all the outworks of suspicious pride ; A courage to endure and to obey ; A hate of gossip parlance , and of sway , Crown'd Isabel , thro ' all her placid life , The queen of marriage , a most perfect wife . 3 . The mellow'd ...
... Thro ' all the outworks of suspicious pride ; A courage to endure and to obey ; A hate of gossip parlance , and of sway , Crown'd Isabel , thro ' all her placid life , The queen of marriage , a most perfect wife . 3 . The mellow'd ...
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... thro ' the doors , Old footsteps trod the upper floors , Old voices called her from without . She only said , " My life is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ; She said , “ I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ! " The ...
... thro ' the doors , Old footsteps trod the upper floors , Old voices called her from without . She only said , " My life is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ; She said , “ I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ! " The ...
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answer'd Aroer beneath blow breath brow Camelot cheek cloud dark dead Dear mother Ida death deep dipt door Dora dreams earth EDWIN MORRIS Eleänore Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face faint fair fall floating flowers folds gold dagger golden prime grave green hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hour King King Arthur kiss kiss'd Lady of Shalott land last embrace Let them rave light lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord measured words mind moon morn move never night o'er Oriana Queen roll'd rose round saw thro scorn seem'd shadow silver SIMEON STYLITES sing Sir Bedivere sleep slowly smile song soul sound spake speak spirit stars stept stood summer sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro turn'd unto voice weary weep wild wind words yonder
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Сторінка 11 - He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
Сторінка 189 - To whom replied King Arthur, faint and pale: "Thou hast...
Сторінка 275 - I triumph'd, ere my passion sweeping thro' me left me dry, Left me with the palsied heart, and left me with the jaundiced eye ; Eye, to which all order festers, all things here are out of joint, Science moves, but slowly slowly, creeping on from point to point : Slowly comes a hungry people, as a lion, creeping nigher, Glares at one that nods and winks behind a slowly-dying fire. Yet I doubt not thro' the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the...
Сторінка 263 - Come, my friends, 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.
Сторінка 263 - Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
Сторінка 66 - The knights come riding two and two: She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott. But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, 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 171 - 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 broadens slowly down From precedent to precedent...
Сторінка 192 - For thou, the latest-left of all my knights, In whom should meet the offices of all, Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt; Either from lust of gold, or like a girl Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes. Yet, for a man may fail in duty twice, And the third time may prosper, get thee hence: But, if thou spare to fling Excalibur, I will arise and slay thee with my hands.
Сторінка 114 - With shadow-streaks of rain. And one, the reapers at their sultry toil. In front they bound the sheaves. Behind Were realms of upland, prodigal in oil, And hoary to the wind.
Сторінка 191 - 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.