The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson |
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... head ; Sweet lips whereon perpetually did reign The summer calm of golden charity , Were fixed shadows of thy fixed mood , Revered Isabel , the crown and head , The stately flower of female fortitude , Of perfect wifehood , and pure ...
... head ; Sweet lips whereon perpetually did reign The summer calm of golden charity , Were fixed shadows of thy fixed mood , Revered Isabel , the crown and head , The stately flower of female fortitude , Of perfect wifehood , and pure ...
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... head down a broad canal From the main river sluiced , where all The sloping of the moon - lit sward Was damask - work , and deep inlay Of braided blooms unmown , which crept Adown to where the water slept . A goodly place , a goodly ...
... head down a broad canal From the main river sluiced , where all The sloping of the moon - lit sward Was damask - work , and deep inlay Of braided blooms unmown , which crept Adown to where the water slept . A goodly place , a goodly ...
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... head From the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . 4 . Crocodiles wept tears for thee ; The woodbine and eglatere Drip sweeter dews than traitor's tear . Let them rave . Rain makes music in the tree O'er the green that folds thy ...
... head From the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . 4 . Crocodiles wept tears for thee ; The woodbine and eglatere Drip sweeter dews than traitor's tear . Let them rave . Rain makes music in the tree O'er the green that folds thy ...
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... head wound along The willow hills and fields among , They heard her singing her last song , The Lady of Shalott . Heard a carol , mournful , holy , Chanted loudly , chanted lowly , Till her blood was frozen slowly , And her eyes were ...
... head wound along The willow hills and fields among , They heard her singing her last song , The Lady of Shalott . Heard a carol , mournful , holy , Chanted loudly , chanted lowly , Till her blood was frozen slowly , And her eyes were ...
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... head : O the Earl was fair to see ! I kiss'd his eyelids into rest : His ruddy cheek upon my breast . The wind is raging in turret and tree . I hated him with the hate of hell , But I loved his beauty passing well . O the Earl was fair ...
... head : O the Earl was fair to see ! I kiss'd his eyelids into rest : His ruddy cheek upon my breast . The wind is raging in turret and tree . I hated him with the hate of hell , But I loved his beauty passing well . O the Earl was fair ...
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answer'd arms Arthur beneath blood blow breath brows Caerleon call'd Camelot child Cloth cloud cres cried Dagonet dark dead dear death deep dream earth Enid ev'n Excalibur eyes face fair fall fear fire flower Gawain Geraint golden Gorlois Guinevere hall hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven holy JOHN S. C. ABBOTT jousts king King Arthur kiss knew Lady Lady of Shalott Lancelot land Lavaine light Limours lips live look look'd lord maid maiden Merlin moon morn mother move never night noble o'er once Queen rode rose round seem'd shadow shame sing Sir Bedivere Sir Lancelot Sir Pelleas sleep smile song soul spake speak spirit star stept stood sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro turn'd vext voice weep wild wind wood words
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Страница 80 - 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, sleeps.
Страница 41 - Then spoke King Arthur, breathing heavily : " 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.
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Страница 41 - And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea. Where I will heal me of my grievous wound." So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away. But when that moan had past for evermore, The stillness of...
Страница 12 - The broken sheds look'd sad and strange : Unlifted was the clinking latch ; Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange. She only said, ' My life is dreary, He Cometh not...
Страница 189 - The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels And on a sudden, lo! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.