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Pagina 2
... fell with the dews at even ; Her tears fell ere the dews were dried ; She could not look on the sweet heaven , Either at morn or eventide . After the flitting of the bats , When thickest dark did trance the sky , She drew her casement ...
... fell with the dews at even ; Her tears fell ere the dews were dried ; She could not look on the sweet heaven , Either at morn or eventide . After the flitting of the bats , When thickest dark did trance the sky , She drew her casement ...
Pagina 7
... 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 of truth , To throng with stately blooms the breathing spring Of Hope and Youth . So many minds ...
... 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 of truth , To throng with stately blooms the breathing spring Of Hope and Youth . So many minds ...
Pagina 14
... Fell , and , without , the steady glare Shrank one sick willow sere and small . The river - bed was dusty - white ; And all the furnace of the light Struck up against the blinding wall . She whisper'd , with a stifled moan More inward ...
... Fell , and , without , the steady glare Shrank one sick willow sere and small . The river - bed was dusty - white ; And all the furnace of the light Struck up against the blinding wall . She whisper'd , with a stifled moan More inward ...
Pagina 17
... fell . I watch'd the little flutterings , The doubt my mother would not see ; She spoke at large of many things , And at the last she spoke of me ; And turning look'd upon your face , As near this door you sat apart , And rose , and ...
... fell . I watch'd the little flutterings , The doubt my mother would not see ; She spoke at large of many things , And at the last she spoke of me ; And turning look'd upon your face , As near this door you sat apart , And rose , and ...
Pagina 22
... fell : Therefore revenge became me well . O the Earl was fair to see ! She died : she went to burning flame : She mix'd her ancient blood with shame . The wind is howling in turret and tree . Whole weeks and months , and early and late ...
... fell : Therefore revenge became me well . O the Earl was fair to see ! She died : she went to burning flame : She mix'd her ancient blood with shame . The wind is howling in turret and tree . Whole weeks and months , and early and late ...
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The Complete Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson Volledige weergave - 1882 |
The Complete Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson Volledige weergave - 1880 |
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answer'd arms Arthur ask'd blood breath Caerleon call'd Camelot child cried Dagonet dark dead dear death dream earth Edith England Enid ev'n evermore Excalibur eyes face fair father fear fell fire flower fool Gareth Gawain golden grace Guinevere hall hand happy Harold hast hate hath head hear heard heart heaven holy horse hour jousts King King Arthur kiss knew Lady Lady of Shalott Lancelot land Lavaine Leofwin light live look look'd Lord maiden marriage Mary Merlin Morcar morn mother never night noble o'er once Philip Prince Queen rode rose round seem'd shadow shame Sir Bedivere Sir Lancelot Sir Pelleas sleep smile song soul Spain spake speak star stept Stigand stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought thro Tostig turn'd vext voice wild wind
Populaire passages
Pagina 61 - Myself not least, but honor'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.
Pagina 64 - 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...
Pagina 152 - The splendor 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.
Pagina 117 - Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all. And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry.
Pagina 356 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Pagina 107 - 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.
Pagina 108 - We have but faith: we cannot know; For knowledge is of things we see; And yet we trust it comes from thee, A beam in darkness : let it grow. Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell ; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
Pagina 356 - But now farewell. I am going a long way With these thou see'st — if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) — To the island-valley of Avilion ; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
Pagina 129 - Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more : Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind.
Pagina 62 - 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...