The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson |
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... winds woke the gray - eyed morn About the lonely moated grange . She only said , " The day is dreary , He cometh not ... wind aloof The poplar made , did all confound Her sense ; but most she loathed the hour When the thick - moted ...
... winds woke the gray - eyed morn About the lonely moated grange . She only said , " The day is dreary , He cometh not ... wind aloof The poplar made , did all confound Her sense ; but most she loathed the hour When the thick - moted ...
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... wind : A sudden splendor from behind Flush'd all the leaves with rich gold - green , And , flowing rapidly between Their interspaces , counterchanged The level lake with diamond - 12 SONGS . - RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS .
... wind : A sudden splendor from behind Flush'd all the leaves with rich gold - green , And , flowing rapidly between Their interspaces , counterchanged The level lake with diamond - 12 SONGS . - RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS .
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... winds of dawn have kiss'd , When she , as thou , Stays on her floating locks the lovely freight Of overflowing ... wind Never grow sere , When rooted in the garden of the mind , Because they are the earliest of the year ) . Nor was ...
... winds of dawn have kiss'd , When she , as thou , Stays on her floating locks the lovely freight Of overflowing ... wind Never grow sere , When rooted in the garden of the mind , Because they are the earliest of the year ) . Nor was ...
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... wind , With youthful fancy reinspired , We may hold converse with all forms Of the many - sided mind , And those whom passion hath not blinded , Subtle - thoughted , myriad - minded , My friend , with you to live alone , Were how much ...
... wind , With youthful fancy reinspired , We may hold converse with all forms Of the many - sided mind , And those whom passion hath not blinded , Subtle - thoughted , myriad - minded , My friend , with you to live alone , Were how much ...
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... winds Blew his own praises in his eyes , And stood aloof from other minds In impotence of fancied power . With lips ... wind . 2 . Dark - brow'd sophist , come not anear : All the place is holy ground ; Hollow smile and frozen sneer ...
... winds Blew his own praises in his eyes , And stood aloof from other minds In impotence of fancied power . With lips ... wind . 2 . Dark - brow'd sophist , come not anear : All the place is holy ground ; Hollow smile and frozen sneer ...
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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 59 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel : I will drink Life to the lees...
Страница 93 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, 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.
Страница 128 - 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.
Страница 61 - Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
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...
Страница 228 - Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet— Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet. God...
Страница 112 - Mayst seem to have reach'da purer air, Whose faith has centre everywhere, Nor cares to fix itself to form, Leave thou thy sister when she prays, Her early Heaven, her happy views; Nor thou with shadow'd hint confuse A life that leads melodious days. Her faith thro...
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.