The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Complete in Two Volumes, المجلد 2Ticknor and Fields, 1861 |
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الصفحة 216
... Edyrn , son of Nudd ! Ashamed am I that I should tell it thee . " 6 My pride is broken : men have seen my fall . ' Then , Edyrn , son of Nudd , ' replied Geraint , These two things shalt thou do , or else thou 216 ENID .
... Edyrn , son of Nudd ! Ashamed am I that I should tell it thee . " 6 My pride is broken : men have seen my fall . ' Then , Edyrn , son of Nudd , ' replied Geraint , These two things shalt thou do , or else thou 216 ENID .
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... Edyrn answer'd , ' These things will I do , For I have never yet been overthrown , And thou hast overthrown me , and my pride Is broken down , for Enid sees my fall ! ' And rising up , he rode to Arthur's court , And there the Queen ...
... Edyrn answer'd , ' These things will I do , For I have never yet been overthrown , And thou hast overthrown me , and my pride Is broken down , for Enid sees my fall ! ' And rising up , he rode to Arthur's court , And there the Queen ...
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... Edyrn's men were on them , and they fled With little save the jewels they had on , Which being sold and sold had bought them bread : And Edyrn's men had caught them in their flight , And placed them in this ruin ; and she wish'd The ...
... Edyrn's men were on them , and they fled With little save the jewels they had on , Which being sold and sold had bought them bread : And Edyrn's men had caught them in their flight , And placed them in this ruin ; and she wish'd The ...
الصفحة 246
... Edyrn son of Nudd , Was moved so much the more , and shriek'd again , O cousin , slay not him who gave you life . ' And Edyrn moving frankly forward spake : My lord Geraint , I greet you with all love ; I took you for a bandit knight of ...
... Edyrn son of Nudd , Was moved so much the more , and shriek'd again , O cousin , slay not him who gave you life . ' And Edyrn moving frankly forward spake : My lord Geraint , I greet you with all love ; I took you for a bandit knight of ...
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... Edyrn . Every now and then , When Edyrn rein'd his charger at her side , She shrank a little . In a hollow land , From which old fires have broken , men may fear Fresh fire and ruin . He , perceiving , said : ' Fair and dear cousin ...
... Edyrn . Every now and then , When Edyrn rein'd his charger at her side , She shrank a little . In a hollow land , From which old fires have broken , men may fear Fresh fire and ruin . He , perceiving , said : ' Fair and dear cousin ...
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الصفحة 178 - Came thro' the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.
الصفحة 82 - RING out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light ; The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow ; The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
الصفحة 139 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
الصفحة 7 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
الصفحة 139 - The slender acacia would not shake One long milk-bloom on the tree * The white lake-blossom fell into the lake, As the pimpernel dozed on the lea ; But the rose was awake all night for your sake, Knowing your promise to me ; The lilies and roses were all awake, They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.
الصفحة 155 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling ; And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I...
الصفحة 37 - THAT each, who seems a separate whole. Should move his rounds, and fusing all The skirts of self again, should fall Remerging in the general Soul, Is faith as vague as all unsweet : Eternal form shall still divide The eternal soul from all beside ; And I shall know him when we meet...
الصفحة 159 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river: For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
الصفحة 94 - THERE rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen ! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands ; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
الصفحة 41 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...