The Poetical Works of Alfred TennysonJ. R. Osgood, 1877 - 365 стор. |
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... Break , break , break " The Merman .. 18 The Beggar Maid . The Mermaid 19 The Poet's Song .. Sounet to J. M. K .. 19 THE PRINCESS : A MEDLEY POEMS ( Published 1832 ) : - The Lady of Shalott .. Mariana in the South Eleanore .... 80 81 81 ...
... Break , break , break " The Merman .. 18 The Beggar Maid . The Mermaid 19 The Poet's Song .. Sounet to J. M. K .. 19 THE PRINCESS : A MEDLEY POEMS ( Published 1832 ) : - The Lady of Shalott .. Mariana in the South Eleanore .... 80 81 81 ...
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... breaking heart that will not break , Oriana ! O pale , pale face so sweet and meek , Oriana ! Thou smilest , but thou dost not speak , And then the tears run down my cheek , Oriana : What wantest thou ? whom dost thou seek , Oriana ? I ...
... breaking heart that will not break , Oriana ! O pale , pale face so sweet and meek , Oriana ! Thou smilest , but thou dost not speak , And then the tears run down my cheek , Oriana : What wantest thou ? whom dost thou seek , Oriana ? I ...
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... break or bind All force in bonds that might endure , And here once more like some sick man declin'd , And trusted any cure . But over these she trod : and those great bells Began to chime . She took her throne : She sat betwixt the ...
... break or bind All force in bonds that might endure , And here once more like some sick man declin'd , And trusted any cure . But over these she trod : and those great bells Began to chime . She took her throne : She sat betwixt the ...
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... break a country heart For pastime , ere you went to town . At me you smiled , but unbeguiled I saw the snare , and I retired : The daughter of a hundred Earls , You are not one to be desired . Lady Clara Vere de Vere , I know you proud ...
... break a country heart For pastime , ere you went to town . At me you smiled , but unbeguiled I saw the snare , and I retired : The daughter of a hundred Earls , You are not one to be desired . Lady Clara Vere de Vere , I know you proud ...
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... break : But I must gather knots of flowers , and buds and garlands gay , For I'm to be Queen o ' the May , mother ... breaking , mother - what is that to me ? There's many a bolder lad ' ill woo me any summer day , And I'm to be Queen o ...
... break : But I must gather knots of flowers , and buds and garlands gay , For I'm to be Queen o ' the May , mother ... breaking , mother - what is that to me ? There's many a bolder lad ' ill woo me any summer day , And I'm to be Queen o ...
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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.