The Complete Works of Alfred Tennyson1879 |
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... morning long , With weary sameness in the rhymes , The phantom of a silent song , That went and came a thousand times . Then leapt a trout . In lazy mood I watch'd the little circles aie ; They past into the level flood , And there a ...
... morning long , With weary sameness in the rhymes , The phantom of a silent song , That went and came a thousand times . Then leapt a trout . In lazy mood I watch'd the little circles aie ; They past into the level flood , And there a ...
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For you remember , you had set , That morning , on the casement - edge A long green box of mignonette , And you were leaning from the ledge : And when I raised my eyes , above They met with two so full and bright— Such eyes ! I swear to ...
For you remember , you had set , That morning , on the casement - edge A long green box of mignonette , And you were leaning from the ledge : And when I raised my eyes , above They met with two so full and bright— Such eyes ! I swear to ...
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... morning moon . The wind sounds like a silver wire , And from beyond the noou a fire Is pour'd upon the hills , and nigher The skies stoop down in their desire , And , isled in sudden seas of light , " My heart , pierced thro ' with ...
... morning moon . The wind sounds like a silver wire , And from beyond the noou a fire Is pour'd upon the hills , and nigher The skies stoop down in their desire , And , isled in sudden seas of light , " My heart , pierced thro ' with ...
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... morning smote The streaks of virgin snow . With down - dropt eyes I sat alone : white - breasted like a star Fronting the dawn he moved : a leop- ard skin Droop'd from his shoulder , but his sunny hair Cluster'd about his temples like a ...
... morning smote The streaks of virgin snow . With down - dropt eyes I sat alone : white - breasted like a star Fronting the dawn he moved : a leop- ard skin Droop'd from his shoulder , but his sunny hair Cluster'd about his temples like a ...
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... morning mist . Sweep thro ' them ; never see them overlaid With narrow moon - lit slips of silver cloud , Between the loud stream and the trem- bling stars . " O mother , hear me yet before I die . I wish that somewhere in the ruin'd ...
... morning mist . Sweep thro ' them ; never see them overlaid With narrow moon - lit slips of silver cloud , Between the loud stream and the trem- bling stars . " O mother , hear me yet before I die . I wish that somewhere in the ruin'd ...
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answer'd arms Arthur ask'd blood breath Caerleon call'd Camelot child cried Dagonet dark dead dear death dream earth Edith England Enid ev'n evermore Excalibur eyes face fair father fear fire flower fool Gareth Gawain golden grace Guinevere hall hand happy Harold hast hate hath head hear heard heart heaven holy horse hour jousts King King Arthur kiss knew Lady Lady of Shalott Lancelot land Lavaine Leofwin light live look look'd Lord maiden Mary Merlin morn mother never night noble o'er once Philip Prince Queen rode rose round seem'd shadow shame Simon Renard Sir Bedivere Sir Lancelot Sir Pelleas sleep smile song soul Spain spake speak star stept Stigand stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought thro Tostig turn'd vext voice wild wind
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Страница 360 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Страница 65 - Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Страница 64 - Tho' much is taken, much abides ; and tho' 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 149 - 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, sleep".
Страница 66 - Yearning for the large excitement that the coming years would yield, Eager-hearted as a boy when first he leaves his father's field, And at night along the dusky highway near and nearer drawn, Sees in heaven the light of London flaring like a dreary dawn ; And his spirit leaps within him to be gone before him then, Underneath the light he looks at, in among the throngs of men...
Страница 131 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Страница 232 - Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet — Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.
Страница 177 - Nor wilt thou snare him in the white ravine, Nor find him dropt upon the firths of ice, That huddling slant in furrow-cloven falls To roll the torrent out of dusky doors : But follow; let the torrent dance thee down To find him in the valley ; let the wild Lean-headed Eagles yelp alone, and leave The monstrous ledges there to slope, and spill Their thousand wreaths of dangling water-smoke, That like a broken purpose waste in air : So waste not thou ; but come ; for all the vales Await thee; azure...
Страница 15 - PART II There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colors gay. She has 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 That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear.
Страница 32 - With half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, To watch the long bright river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill— To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave thro' the thick-twined vine— To watch the emerald-colour'd water falling Thro' many a wov'n acanthus-wreath divine!