The Life and Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson, in Twelve VolumesMacmillan & Company, Limited, 1899 |
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... field on the bushless Pike , Or even a sand - built ridge Of heaped hills that mound the sea , Overblown with murmurs harsh , Or even a lowly cottage whence we see Stretch'd wide and wild the waste enormous marsh , Where 37 ODE TO MEMORY.
... field on the bushless Pike , Or even a sand - built ridge Of heaped hills that mound the sea , Overblown with murmurs harsh , Or even a lowly cottage whence we see Stretch'd wide and wild the waste enormous marsh , Where 37 ODE TO MEMORY.
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... field flower , The fruitful wit Cleaving , took root , and springing forth anew Where'er they fell , behold , Like to the mother plant in semblance , grew A flower all gold , And bravely furnish'd all abroad to fling The winged shafts ...
... field flower , The fruitful wit Cleaving , took root , and springing forth anew Where'er they fell , behold , Like to the mother plant in semblance , grew A flower all gold , And bravely furnish'd all abroad to fling The winged shafts ...
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... field , and the happy blossoming shore ? Day and night to the billow the fountain calls Down shower the gambolling waterfalls From wandering over the lea : Out of the live - green heart of the dells They freshen the silvery - crimson ...
... field , and the happy blossoming shore ? Day and night to the billow the fountain calls Down shower the gambolling waterfalls From wandering over the lea : Out of the live - green heart of the dells They freshen the silvery - crimson ...
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... , Plant thou no dusky cypress - tree , Nor wreathe thy cap with doleful crape , But pledge me in the flowing grape . And when the sappy field and wood Grow green beneath 76 ' MY LIFE IS FULL ' 'MY LIFE IS FULL OF WEARY DAYS'
... , Plant thou no dusky cypress - tree , Nor wreathe thy cap with doleful crape , But pledge me in the flowing grape . And when the sappy field and wood Grow green beneath 76 ' MY LIFE IS FULL ' 'MY LIFE IS FULL OF WEARY DAYS'
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. And when the sappy field and wood Grow green beneath the showery gray , And rugged barks begin to bud , And thro ' damp holts new - flush'd with may , Ring sudden scritches of the jay , Then let wise ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. And when the sappy field and wood Grow green beneath the showery gray , And rugged barks begin to bud , And thro ' damp holts new - flush'd with may , Ring sudden scritches of the jay , Then let wise ...
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Alfred Lord Tennyson Alfred Tennyson answer'd beneath blood blow breast breath brow Camelot cheek cloud cold dark dead Dear mother Ida death deep dipt door Dora dream earth Edwin Morris Eleänore evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fall floating flowers folds golden prime grave gray green hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hour King King Arthur kiss kiss'd knew Lady of Shalott land Let them rave light lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord measured words mermen mind moon morn never night o'er Oriana Queen roll'd rose round saw thro scorn seem'd shadow silver SIMEON STYLITES sing Sir Bedivere sleep slowly smile song soul sound spake speak spirit stars stept stood summer sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro turn'd unto voice weary weep wild wind words
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Страница 301 - 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 : Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
Страница 89 - 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 90 - The knights come riding two and two: She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott. But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights, And music, went to Camelot: Or when the moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed: 'I am half sick of shadows,
Страница 332 - And thro' the mountain-walls A rolling organ-harmony Swells up, and shakes and falls. Then move the trees, the copses nod, Wings flutter, voices hover clear : " O just and faithful knight of God ! Ride on ! the prize is near.
Страница 305 - I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race. Iron-jointed, supple-sinew'd, they shall dive, and they shall run, Catch the wild goat by the hair, and hurl their lances in the sun; Whistle back the parrot's call, and leap the rainbows of the brooks, Not with blinded eyesight poring over miserable books — Fool, again the dream, the fancy!
Страница 363 - HE clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Страница 306 - Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range. Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change. Thro...
Страница 345 - He does not love me for my birth, Nor for my lands so broad and fair; He loves me for my own true worth, And that is well,
Страница 192 - Tis nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we'll dearly rue for you : What is it we can do for you ? Speak out before you die. His face is growing sharp and thin. Alack ! our friend is gone. Close up his eyes : tie up his chin : Step from the corpse, and let him in That standeth there alone, And waiteth at the door. There's a new foot on the floor, my friend, And a new face at the door, my friend, A new face at the door.
Страница 20 - 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...