The Works of Alfred Tennyson ...: Miscellaneous poemsStrahan & Company, 1873 |
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... sweet eyes brighten slowly close to mine , Ere yet they blind the stars , and the wild team Which love thee , yearning for thy yoke , arise , And shake the darkness from their loosen'd manes , And beat the twilight into flakes of fire ...
... sweet eyes brighten slowly close to mine , Ere yet they blind the stars , and the wild team Which love thee , yearning for thy yoke , arise , And shake the darkness from their loosen'd manes , And beat the twilight into flakes of fire ...
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... sweet , Like that strange song I heard Apollo sing , While Ilion like a mist rose into towers . " Yet hold me not for ever in thine East : How can my nature longer mix with thine ? Coldly thy rosy shadows bathe me , cold Are all thy ...
... sweet , Like that strange song I heard Apollo sing , While Ilion like a mist rose into towers . " Yet hold me not for ever in thine East : How can my nature longer mix with thine ? Coldly thy rosy shadows bathe me , cold Are all thy ...
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... of combat stands , Perfume and flowers fall in showers , That lightly rain from ladies ' hands . How sweet are looks that ladies bend On whom their favours fall ! For them I battle till the end , To save Sir Galahad •
... of combat stands , Perfume and flowers fall in showers , That lightly rain from ladies ' hands . How sweet are looks that ladies bend On whom their favours fall ! For them I battle till the end , To save Sir Galahad •
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... Sweet Emma Moreland spoke to me : Bitterly weeping I turn'd away : " Sweet Emma Moreland , love no more Can touch the heart of Edward Gray . " Ellen Adair she loved me well , Against her father's and mother's will : To - day I sat for ...
... Sweet Emma Moreland spoke to me : Bitterly weeping I turn'd away : " Sweet Emma Moreland , love no more Can touch the heart of Edward Gray . " Ellen Adair she loved me well , Against her father's and mother's will : To - day I sat for ...
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... child . " " The old Earl's daughter died at my breast ; I speak the truth , as I live by bread ! I buried her like my own sweet child , And put my child in her stead . " 66 Falsely , falsely have ye done , O mother LADY CLARE . 83.
... child . " " The old Earl's daughter died at my breast ; I speak the truth , as I live by bread ! I buried her like my own sweet child , And put my child in her stead . " 66 Falsely , falsely have ye done , O mother LADY CLARE . 83.
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Annie answer'd ask'd Averill babe beat beggar maid blood bore born break broke call'd child Cophetua dark dead dear death dream earth Edith Enoch Enoch Arden Ev'n evermore eyes face fair fancy follow'd garden girl golden grave gray Hall hand happy haunt havock head heard heart heaven hour Julian Katie kiss kiss'd knew Lady Clare land laugh'd Leolin Let me fly light Lionel little birdie living Locksley Hall lonely look'd Lord LUCRETIUS marriage moorland morn mother never night o'er once passion Philip ring rose round sail seem'd shadow shame ship of fools silent Sir Aylmer sleep slipt slowly smile song soul spoke stars Stept summer sweet Sweet Emma thee thine things thou thought thro touch'd turn'd unto vext village maid voice watch'd whisper wife wind woke woman yonder
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Страница 46 - AND on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old...
Страница 187 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
Страница 135 - That he shouts with his sister at play ! 0 well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But...
Страница 82 - He does not love me for my birth, Nor for my lands so broad and fair; He loves me for my own true worth, And that is well,
Страница 110 - HE clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Страница 141 - ENOCH ARDEN AND OTHER POEMS. ENOCH ARDEN. ONG lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm ; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands ; Beyond, red roofs about a narrow wharf In cluster ; then a moulder'd church ; and higher A long street climbs to one tall-tower'd mill ; And high in heaven behind it a gray down With Danish barrows ; and a hazelwood, By autumn nutters haunted, flourishes Green in a cuplike hollow of the down.
Страница 44 - A TOUCH, a kiss ! the charm was snapt. There rose a noise of striking clocks, And feet that ran, and doors that clapt, And barking dogs, and crowing cocks ; A fuller light illumined all, A breeze thro' all the garden swept, A sudden hubbub shook the hall, And sixty feet the fountain leapt.
Страница 48 - So, Lady Flora, take my lay, And if you find no moral there, Go, look in any glass and say, What moral is in being fair.
Страница 3 - Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears, And make me tremble lest a saying learnt, In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true? 'The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.