The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson: Poet Laureate, Etc. Complete in Two Volumes, Volume 1Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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Pagina 6
... wall . The broken sheds looked sad and strange : Unlifted was the clinking latch ; Weeded and worn the ancient ... night is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ; She said , " I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ! " III . Upon the ...
... wall . The broken sheds looked sad and strange : Unlifted was the clinking latch ; Weeded and worn the ancient ... night is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ; She said , " I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ! " III . Upon the ...
Pagina 7
... night , Waking she heard the night - fowl crow : The cock sung out an hour ... wall A sluice with blackened waters slept , And o'er it many , round and ... night is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ; She said , " I am aweary , aweary ...
... night , Waking she heard the night - fowl crow : The cock sung out an hour ... wall A sluice with blackened waters slept , And o'er it many , round and ... night is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ; She said , " I am aweary , aweary ...
Pagina 31
... 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 watched 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 watched my ...
Pagina 34
... wall , Two lives bound fast in one with golden ease ; Two graves grass - green beside a gray church - tower Washed ... night I would roam abroad , and play With the mermaids in and out of the rocks , Dressing their hair with the white ...
... wall , Two lives bound fast in one with golden ease ; Two graves grass - green beside a gray church - tower Washed ... night I would roam abroad , and play With the mermaids in and out of the rocks , Dressing their hair with the white ...
Pagina 42
... night She floated down to Camelot : And as the boat - head wound along The willowy hills and fields among , They ... wall and gallery , A gleaming shape she floated by , Dead - pale between the houses high , Silent into Camelot . Out ...
... night She floated down to Camelot : And as the boat - head wound along The willowy hills and fields among , They ... wall and gallery , A gleaming shape she floated by , Dead - pale between the houses high , Silent into Camelot . Out ...
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Annie answer arms babe beneath betwixt blazoned blow breast breath brows Camelot cheek child cloud crown Cyril dark dead dear death deep dipt Dora dream dropt earth Edwin Morris Enoch Enoch Arden Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fall father fear Florian flowers flying folds forever golden gray hand happy head hear heard heart Heaven hollow hour king King Arthur kiss knew Lady of Shalott land light lips live Locksley Hall look Lord maiden mermen mind moon morn mother Ida move murmur night o'er Oriana Philip Princess Ida Queen rolled rose round scorn seemed shadow Shalott silent Sir Bedivere sleep smile song soul spake speak spoke star stept stood summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought turned unto vext voice wall of night weary whisper wild wind woman words yonder
Populaire passages
Pagina 193 - Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns.
Pagina 186 - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Pagina 93 - All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil ? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave ? All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence ; ripen, fall and cease : Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease.
Pagina 183 - Old age hath yet his honor and his toil ; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
Pagina 63 - Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, These three alone lead life to sovereign power. Yet not for power (power of herself Would come uncalled for), but to live by law, Acting the law we live by without fear; And, because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
Pagina 125 - 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...
Pagina 254 - ... my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Pagina 183 - 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...
Pagina 341 - ... the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font : The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake : So...
Pagina 183 - Myself not least, but honour'd of them all; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.