The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson |
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... Sleeping . 241 " Two little hands that meet . " Sonnet .. 241 IX . AY ! 253 Sonnet . Sonnet . Sonnet ..... Love ..... 241 " Be merry , all birds , to - day . " t 241 X. WHEN ? 254 241 " Sun comes , moon comes , timeslips away . " 242 XI ...
... Sleeping . 241 " Two little hands that meet . " Sonnet .. 241 IX . AY ! 253 Sonnet . Sonnet . Sonnet ..... Love ..... 241 " Be merry , all birds , to - day . " t 241 X. WHEN ? 254 241 " Sun comes , moon comes , timeslips away . " 242 XI ...
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... sleep she seemed to walk forlorn , Till cold winds woke the gray - eyed morn About the lonely moated grange . She only said , " The day is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ; She said , " I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were ...
... sleep she seemed to walk forlorn , Till cold winds woke the gray - eyed morn About the lonely moated grange . She only said , " The day is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ; She said , " I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were ...
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... sleep I sank In cool soft turf upon the bank , Entranced with that place and time , So worthy of the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . Thence thro ' the garden I was drawn- A realm of pleasance , many a mound , And many a shadow ...
... sleep I sank In cool soft turf upon the bank , Entranced with that place and time , So worthy of the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . Thence thro ' the garden I was drawn- A realm of pleasance , many a mound , And many a shadow ...
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... sleeps in the central deeps Would slowly trail himself sevenfold To scare church - harpies from the master's feast : Our dusted velvets have much need of thee ; Thou art no Sabbath - drawler of old saws , Distill'd from some worm ...
... sleeps in the central deeps Would slowly trail himself sevenfold To scare church - harpies from the master's feast : Our dusted velvets have much need of thee ; Thou art no Sabbath - drawler of old saws , Distill'd from some worm ...
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... sleep forgotten , wake forlorn . " Nor bird would sing , nor lamb would bleat , Nor any cloud would cross the vault , But day increased from heat to heat , On stony drought and steaming salt ; Till now at noon she slept again , And seem ...
... sleep forgotten , wake forlorn . " Nor bird would sing , nor lamb would bleat , Nor any cloud would cross the vault , But day increased from heat to heat , On stony drought and steaming salt ; Till now at noon she slept again , And seem ...
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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 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.