The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson |
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... heard the night - fowl crow : The cock sung out an hour ere light : From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her : without hope of change , In sleep she seemed to walk forlorn , Till cold winds woke the gray - eyed morn About the lonely ...
... heard the night - fowl crow : The cock sung out an hour ere light : From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her : without hope of change , In sleep she seemed to walk forlorn , Till cold winds woke the gray - eyed morn About the lonely ...
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... heard the butterflies , What they say betwixt their wings ? Or in stillest evenings With what voice the violet woos To his heart the silver dews ? Or when little airs arise , How the merry bluebell rings To the mosses underneath ? Hast ...
... heard the butterflies , What they say betwixt their wings ? Or in stillest evenings With what voice the violet woos To his heart the silver dews ? Or when little airs arise , How the merry bluebell rings To the mosses underneath ? Hast ...
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... heard the steeds to battle going , Oriana ; Aloud the hollow bugle blowing , Oriana . In the yew - wood black as night , Oriana , Ere I rode into the fight , Oriana , While blissful tears blinded my sight By star - shine and by ...
... heard the steeds to battle going , Oriana ; Aloud the hollow bugle blowing , Oriana . In the yew - wood black as night , Oriana , Ere I rode into the fight , Oriana , While blissful tears blinded my sight By star - shine and by ...
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... heard a whisper say , A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot . She knows not what the curse may be , And so she weaveth steadily , And little other care hath she , The Lady of Shalott . And moving thro ' a mirror clear ...
... heard a whisper say , A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot . She knows not what the curse may be , And so she weaveth steadily , And little other care hath she , The Lady of Shalott . And moving thro ' a mirror clear ...
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... heard her singing her last song , The Lady of Shalott . Heard a carol , mournful , holy , Chanted loudly , chanted lowly , Till her blood was frozen slowly , And her eyes were darken'd wholly , Turn'd to tower'd Camelot ; For ere she ...
... heard her singing her last song , The Lady of Shalott . Heard a carol , mournful , holy , Chanted loudly , chanted lowly , Till her blood was frozen slowly , And her eyes were darken'd wholly , Turn'd to tower'd Camelot ; For ere she ...
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answer'd arms Arthur ask'd beneath blood blow break breath brows Caerleon call'd Camelot child Cloth cloud cres cried Dagonet dark dead dear death deep dream Dubric earth Enid ev'n evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fear fire flower Gareth Gawain Geraint golden Gorlois Guinevere hall hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hour jousts King King Arthur kiss knew Lady Lady of Shalott land Lavaine light Limours lips live look look'd lord maid maiden Merlin moon morn mother move never night noble o'er once Prince Queen rode rose round seem'd shadow shame sing Sir Bedivere Sir Lancelot Sir Pelleas sleep smile song soul spake speak star stept stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro turn'd vext voice weep wild wind wood words
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Страница 60 - 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.
Страница 90 - 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...
Страница 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...
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Страница 48 - The holy Elders with the gift of myrrh. But now the whole Round Table is dissolved Which was an image of the mighty world; And I, the last, go forth companionless, And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.