The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Том 1Henry S. King, 1875 - 1710 страница |
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... answer from below . II . " When in the darkness over me The four - handed mole shall scrape , Plant thou no dusky cypress - tree , Nor wreathe thy cap with doleful crape , But pledge me in the flowing grape . G 2 And when the sappy ...
... answer from below . II . " When in the darkness over me The four - handed mole shall scrape , Plant thou no dusky cypress - tree , Nor wreathe thy cap with doleful crape , But pledge me in the flowing grape . G 2 And when the sappy ...
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... answer each to each , so true— Opposed mirrors each reflecting each- That tho ' I knew not in what time or place , Methought that I had often met with you , And either lived in either's heart and speech . II . TO J. M. K. My hope and ...
... answer each to each , so true— Opposed mirrors each reflecting each- That tho ' I knew not in what time or place , Methought that I had often met with you , And either lived in either's heart and speech . II . TO J. M. K. My hope and ...
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... to the wind , Yet is there plenty of the kind . " Then did my response clearer fall : " No compound of this earthly ball Is like another , all in all . " To which he answer'd scoffingly ; " Good soul ! THE TWO VOICES . 123 66.
... to the wind , Yet is there plenty of the kind . " Then did my response clearer fall : " No compound of this earthly ball Is like another , all in all . " To which he answer'd scoffingly ; " Good soul ! THE TWO VOICES . 123 66.
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. To which he answer'd scoffingly ; " Good soul ! suppose I grant it thee , Who'll weep for thy deficiency ? " Or will one beam be less intense , When thy peculiar difference Is cancell'd in the world of ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. To which he answer'd scoffingly ; " Good soul ! suppose I grant it thee , Who'll weep for thy deficiency ? " Or will one beam be less intense , When thy peculiar difference Is cancell'd in the world of ...
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... scorn'd , and bruised with stones : " But looking upward , full of grace , He pray'd , and from a happy place God's glory smote him on the face . " The sullen answer slid betwixt : " Not that the 132 THE TWO VOICES .
... scorn'd , and bruised with stones : " But looking upward , full of grace , He pray'd , and from a happy place God's glory smote him on the face . " The sullen answer slid betwixt : " Not that the 132 THE TWO VOICES .
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ALFRED TENNYSON beneath blow breast breath brow call me early Camelot cheek chidden cloud dark dead Dear mother Ida death deep Dora dream Earl was fair earth EDWIN MORRIS Eleänore Elysian valleys Enone Excalibur eyes face fall floating flowers fluttering tongues folds foolish song gleaming golden prime grave green hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart Heaven hills King King Arthur kiss kiss'd Lady Clara Vere Lady of Shalott land last embrace Let them rave light lips live look look'd memory mind mirror crack'd moon morn never night o'er Oriana Queen roll'd rose round saw thro seem'd shadow silent sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile song soul spake star stept sweet tears thee thine things thought thro toil turret and tree Vere de Vere voice weary weep whisper wild wind
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Страница 213 - To dream and dream, like yonder amber light, Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height; To hear each other's whisper'd speech; Eating the Lotos day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving lines of creamy spray; To lend our hearts and spirits wholly To the influence of mild-minded melancholy...
Страница 57 - Over its grave i' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the hollyhock, Heavily hangs the tiger-lily. The air is damp, and hush'd, and close, As a sick man's room when he taketh repose An hour before death ; My very heart faints and my whole soul grieves At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves, And the breath Of the fading edges of box beneath, And the year's last rose. Heavily hangs the broad...
Страница 211 - And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. Why are we weigh'd upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with sharp distress, While all things else have rest from weariness? All things have rest: why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things, And make perpetual moan, Still from one sorrow to another thrown: Nor ever fold our wings, And cease from wanderings, Nor steep our brows in slumber's...
Страница 215 - Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind, In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined On the hills like gods together, careless of mankind.
Страница 267 - ... tis time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight. And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My wound hath taken cold, and I shall die." So saying, from the pavement he half rose, Slowly, with pain, reclining on his arm, And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded thro...
Страница 120 - Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott. Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right — The leaves upon her falling light — Thro...