Poems, Том 2 |
Из књиге
Страница 66
Beyond the lodge the city lies , Beneath its drift of smoke ; And ah ! with what
delighted eyes I turn to yonder oak . III . For when my passion first began , Ere
that , which in me burn ' d , The love , that makes me thrice a man , Could hope
itself ...
Beyond the lodge the city lies , Beneath its drift of smoke ; And ah ! with what
delighted eyes I turn to yonder oak . III . For when my passion first began , Ere
that , which in me burn ' d , The love , that makes me thrice a man , Could hope
itself ...
Страница 128
Much less this dreamer , deaf and blind , Named man , may hope some truth to
find , That bears relation to the mind . “ For every worm beneath the moon Draws
different threads , and late and soon Spins , toiling out his own cocoon .
Much less this dreamer , deaf and blind , Named man , may hope some truth to
find , That bears relation to the mind . “ For every worm beneath the moon Draws
different threads , and late and soon Spins , toiling out his own cocoon .
Страница 152
Come , Care and Pleasure , Hope and Pain , And bring the fated fairy Prince .
THE SLEEPING BEAUTY . Year after year unto her feet , She lying on her couch
alone , Across the purpled coverlet , The maiden ' s jet - black hair has grown , On
...
Come , Care and Pleasure , Hope and Pain , And bring the fated fairy Prince .
THE SLEEPING BEAUTY . Year after year unto her feet , She lying on her couch
alone , Across the purpled coverlet , The maiden ' s jet - black hair has grown , On
...
Страница 190
... Nor wholly comfortable , I sit ( my empty glass reversed ) , And thrumming on
the table : Half fearful that , with self at strife , I take myself to task ; Lest of the
fullness of my life I leave an empty flask : For I had hope , by something rare , To
prove ...
... Nor wholly comfortable , I sit ( my empty glass reversed ) , And thrumming on
the table : Half fearful that , with self at strife , I take myself to task ; Lest of the
fullness of my life I leave an empty flask : For I had hope , by something rare , To
prove ...
Страница 227
Stand off , or else my skipping - rope Will hit you in the eye . How lightly whirls the
skipping - rope ! How fairy - like you fly ! Go , get you gone , you muse and mopeI
hate that silly sigh . Nay , dearest , teach me how to hope , Or tell me how to die ...
Stand off , or else my skipping - rope Will hit you in the eye . How lightly whirls the
skipping - rope ! How fairy - like you fly ! Go , get you gone , you muse and mopeI
hate that silly sigh . Nay , dearest , teach me how to hope , Or tell me how to die ...
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 Death deep Dora dream earth eyes face fair fall fancy father's fear flower folded golden gone gray grew grow half Hall hand happy hard head hear heard heart Heaven hold hope hour keep King kiss knees knew Lady land leave light lightly lips live look Lord mind moon morn mother move nature never night once pain replied rest ringing rise rose round sense sleep slow song soul sound speak spirit stars summer sweet thee thine things thou thought thro till took touch tree truth unto voice wife wild wind yonder
Популарни одломци
Страница 173 - MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
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.
Страница 93 - In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast ; In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest ; In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove ; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
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...
Библиографски подаци
| 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 |