The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson |
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... night , Waking she heard the night - fowl crow : The cock sung out an hour ere light : From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her : without hope of change , In sleep she seemed to walk forlorn , Till cold winds woke the gray - eyed ...
... night , Waking she heard the night - fowl crow : The cock sung out an hour ere light : From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her : without hope of change , In sleep she seemed to walk forlorn , Till cold winds woke the gray - eyed ...
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... night in night I enter'd , from the clearer light , Imbower'd vauits of pillar'd palm , Imprisoning sweets , which as they clomb Heavenward , were stay'd beneath the dome Of hollow boughs . - A goodly time , For it was in the golden ...
... night in night I enter'd , from the clearer light , Imbower'd vauits of pillar'd palm , Imprisoning sweets , which as they clomb Heavenward , were stay'd beneath the dome Of hollow boughs . - A goodly time , For it was in the golden ...
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... night new - risen , that marvellous time , To celebrate the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . Then stole I up , and trancedly Gazed on the Persian girl alone , Serene with argent - lidded eyes Amorous , and lashes like to rays Of ...
... night new - risen , that marvellous time , To celebrate the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . Then stole I up , and trancedly Gazed on the Persian girl alone , Serene with argent - lidded eyes Amorous , and lashes like to rays Of ...
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... night it is ever drawn From the brain of the purple mountain Which stands in the distance yonder : It springs on a level of bowery lawn , And the mountain draws it from Heaven above , And it sings a song of undying love ; And yet , tho ...
... night it is ever drawn From the brain of the purple mountain Which stands in the distance yonder : It springs on a level of bowery lawn , And the mountain draws it from Heaven above , And it sings a song of undying love ; And yet , tho ...
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... night , Oriana , Ere I rode into the fight , Oriana , While blissful tears blinded my sight By star - shine and by moonlight , Oriana , I to thee my troth did plight , Oriana . She stood upon the castle wall , Oriana : She watch'd my ...
... night , Oriana , Ere I rode into the fight , Oriana , While blissful tears blinded my sight By star - shine and by moonlight , Oriana , I to thee my troth did plight , Oriana . She stood upon the castle wall , Oriana : She watch'd my ...
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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 56 - In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.
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Страница 105 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
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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.
Страница 139 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die, Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
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.