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All grass of silky feather grow And while he sinks or swells The full south - breeze
around thee blow The sound of minster bells . LXIX . The fat earth feed thy
branchy root , That under deeply strikes ! The northern morning o ' er thee shoot ...
All grass of silky feather grow And while he sinks or swells The full south - breeze
around thee blow The sound of minster bells . LXIX . The fat earth feed thy
branchy root , That under deeply strikes ! The northern morning o ' er thee shoot ...
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He will hold thee , when his passion shall have spent its novel force , Something
better than his dog , a little dearer than his horse . What is this ? his eyes are
heavy : think not they are glazed with wine . Go to him : it is thy duty : kiss him :
take ...
He will hold thee , when his passion shall have spent its novel force , Something
better than his dog , a little dearer than his horse . What is this ? his eyes are
heavy : think not they are glazed with wine . Go to him : it is thy duty : kiss him :
take ...
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Then a hand shall pass before thee , pointing to his drunken sleep , To thy widow
' d marriage - pillows , to the tears that thou wilt weep . Thou shalt hear the “
Never , never , ” whisper ' d by the phantom years , And a song from out the
distance ...
Then a hand shall pass before thee , pointing to his drunken sleep , To thy widow
' d marriage - pillows , to the tears that thou wilt weep . Thou shalt hear the “
Never , never , ” whisper ' d by the phantom years , And a song from out the
distance ...
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Nay , but Nature brings thee solace ; for a tender voice will cry . ' Tis a purer life
than thine ; a lip to drain thy trouble dry . Baby lips will laugh me down : my latest
rival brings thee rest . Baby fingers , waxen touches , press me from the mother ' s
...
Nay , but Nature brings thee solace ; for a tender voice will cry . ' Tis a purer life
than thine ; a lip to drain thy trouble dry . Baby lips will laugh me down : my latest
rival brings thee rest . Baby fingers , waxen touches , press me from the mother ' s
...
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Flow down , cold rivulet , to the sea , Thy tribute wave deliver : No more by thee
my steps shall be , For ever and for ever . Flow , softly flow , by lawn and lea , A
rivulet then a river : No where by thee my steps shall be , For ever and for ever .
Flow down , cold rivulet , to the sea , Thy tribute wave deliver : No more by thee
my steps shall be , For ever and for ever . Flow , softly flow , by lawn and lea , A
rivulet then a river : No where by thee my steps shall be , For ever and for ever .
Шта други кажу - Напишите рецензију
Нисмо пронашли ниједну рецензију на уобичајеним местима.
Друга издања - Прикажи све
Чести термини и фразе
answer Arthur beneath better blow bore born break breath bring child close comes dark dead death deep Dora dream earth eyes face fair fall fancy father's fear field flower folded gate golden gone gray grew grow half Hall hand happy hard head hear heard heart Heaven hold hope hour keep King kiss knees Lady land leave light lightly lips live look Lord mind moon morn mother move nature never night once pain replied rest ringing rose round sense sleep slow song soul sound speak spirit stars summer sweet thee thine things thou thought thro till took touch truth turn unto voice wife wind yonder
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Страница 16 - If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
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Страница 89 - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans round with many voices.
Страница 228 - O 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 O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
Страница 8 - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : ' I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
Страница 176 - A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here. I muse on joy that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose...
Страница 103 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be ; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales ; I leard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
Страница 9 - This is a shameful thing for men to lie. Yet now, I charge thee, quickly go again As thou art lief and dear, and do the thing I bade thee, watch, and lightly bring me word.
Страница 87 - IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole* Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me...
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| Наслов | Poems, Том 2 Poems, Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) |
| Аутор | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) |
| Издање | 2 |
| Издао/ла | 1843 |
| Оригинал из | Универзитет Оксфорд |
| Дигитализовано | 9 авг 2006 |
| Извоз навода | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |