The Complete Poetical Works of Alfred TennysonJ.R. Osgood, 1875 - 467 страница |
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... comes on that knows not morn , When I shall cease to be all alone , To live forgotten , and love for- lorn . " ELEÄNORE . I. THY dark eyes open'd not , Nor first reveal'd themselves to English air , For there is nothing here , Which ...
... comes on that knows not morn , When I shall cease to be all alone , To live forgotten , and love for- lorn . " ELEÄNORE . I. THY dark eyes open'd not , Nor first reveal'd themselves to English air , For there is nothing here , Which ...
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... Comes out thy deep ambrosial smile . Slowly , as from a cloud of gold , I muse , as in a trance , whene'er The languors of thy love - deep eyes Float on to me . I would I were So tranced , so rapt in ecstasies , To stand apart , and to ...
... Comes out thy deep ambrosial smile . Slowly , as from a cloud of gold , I muse , as in a trance , whene'er The languors of thy love - deep eyes Float on to me . I would I were So tranced , so rapt in ecstasies , To stand apart , and to ...
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... comes to - day , Pallas and Aphrodite , claiming each This meed of fairest . Thou , within the cave Behind yon whispering tuft of oldest pine , Mayst well behold them unbeheld , un- heard Hear all , and see thy Paris judge of Gods ...
... comes to - day , Pallas and Aphrodite , claiming each This meed of fairest . Thou , within the cave Behind yon whispering tuft of oldest pine , Mayst well behold them unbeheld , un- heard Hear all , and see thy Paris judge of Gods ...
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... comes Across me never child be born of me , Unblest , to vex me with his father's eyes ! " O mother , hear me yet before I die . Hear me , O earth . I will not die alone , Lest their shrill happy laughter come to me Walking the cold and ...
... comes Across me never child be born of me , Unblest , to vex me with his father's eyes ! " O mother , hear me yet before I die . Hear me , O earth . I will not die alone , Lest their shrill happy laughter come to me Walking the cold and ...
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... comes no murmur of reply . What is it that will take away my sin , And save me lest I die ? " So when four years were wholly finished , She threw her royal robes away . " Make me a cottage in the vale , " she said , " Where I may mourn ...
... comes no murmur of reply . What is it that will take away my sin , And save me lest I die ? " So when four years were wholly finished , She threw her royal robes away . " Make me a cottage in the vale , " she said , " Where I may mourn ...
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Страница 80 - 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. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars until I die.
Страница 79 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil...
Страница 53 - I am so deeply smitten thro' the helm That without help I cannot last till morn. Thou therefore take my brand Excalibur, Which was my pride; for thou rememberest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Rose up from out the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword— and how I row'd across And took it, and have worn it, like a king; And, wheresoever I am sung or told In aftertime, this also shall be known. But now delay not; take Excalibur, And fling...
Страница 236 - Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them ; and descending they were ware That all the decks were dense with stately forms Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream — by these Three Queens with crowns of gold — and from them rose • A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the...
Страница 257 - THE splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Страница 56 - Shot thro' the lists at Camelot, and charged Before the eyes of ladies and of kings. Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere, 'Ah! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go? Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes? For now I see the true old times are dead, When every morning brought a noble chance, And every chance brought out a noble knight. Such times have been not since the light that led The holy Elders with the gift of myrrh. But now the whole ROUND TABLE is dissolved Which was an image of the...
Страница 310 - He fought his doubts and gather'd strength, He would not make his judgment blind, He faced the spectres of the mind And laid them: thus he came at length To find a stronger faith his own; And Power was with him in the night, Which makes the darkness and the light, And dwells not in the light alone, But in the darkness and the cloud, As over Sinai's peaks of old, While Israel made their gods of gold, Altho
Страница 17 - And moving thro' a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear. There she sees the highway near Winding down to Camelot: There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village-churls, And the red cloaks of market girls, Pass onward from Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad, Goes by to tower'd Camelot : And sometimes thro...
Страница 82 - 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 80 - In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me • That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads - you and I are old; Old age hath yet his honour and his toil...