Selections from Tennyson: With Introduction and NotesMacmillan and Company, 1890 - 154 من الصفحات |
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... Enone , wandering forlorn Of Paris , once her playmate on the hills . Her cheek had lost the rose , and round her neck Floated her hair or seem'd to float in rest . She , leaning on a fragment twined with vine , Sang to the stillness ...
... Enone , wandering forlorn Of Paris , once her playmate on the hills . Her cheek had lost the rose , and round her neck Floated her hair or seem'd to float in rest . She , leaning on a fragment twined with vine , Sang to the stillness ...
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... Enone , Beautiful - brow'd Enone , my own soul , Behold this fruit , whose gleaming rind ingrav'n ' For the most fair , ' would seem to award it thine , As lovelier than whatever Oread haunt The knolls of Ida , loveliest in all grace Of ...
... Enone , Beautiful - brow'd Enone , my own soul , Behold this fruit , whose gleaming rind ingrav'n ' For the most fair , ' would seem to award it thine , As lovelier than whatever Oread haunt The knolls of Ida , loveliest in all grace Of ...
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... panther's roar came muffled , while I sat Low in the valley . Never , never more , Shall lone Enone see the morning mist Sweep thro ' them ; never see them overlaid 190 200 210 Eris With narrow moon - lit slips of silver cloud CENONE . 17.
... panther's roar came muffled , while I sat Low in the valley . Never , never more , Shall lone Enone see the morning mist Sweep thro ' them ; never see them overlaid 190 200 210 Eris With narrow moon - lit slips of silver cloud CENONE . 17.
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... Enone , 1. 113 , and Dream of Fair Women , 1. 274 , ore has its usual sense of the metal in its native drossy state - the " massy ore " of Milton , P. L. , i . 703 . 148. diaper'd , figured , embroidered . Derived from Old Fr. diaspre ...
... Enone , 1. 113 , and Dream of Fair Women , 1. 274 , ore has its usual sense of the metal in its native drossy state - the " massy ore " of Milton , P. L. , i . 703 . 148. diaper'd , figured , embroidered . Derived from Old Fr. diaspre ...
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... Enone was the daughter of the river - god Kebren ( Keßphy ) , and was married to Paris , son of Priam , King of Troy , but was deserted by him for Helen , wife of Menelaus , King of Sparta . The abduction of Helen from Sparta came about ...
... Enone was the daughter of the river - god Kebren ( Keßphy ) , and was married to Paris , son of Priam , King of Troy , but was deserted by him for Helen , wife of Menelaus , King of Sparta . The abduction of Helen from Sparta came about ...
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الصفحة 47 - ULYSSES It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro...
الصفحة 47 - 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.
الصفحة 48 - 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...
الصفحة 104 - 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.
الصفحة 37 - What harm, undone ? deep harm to disobey, Seeing obedience is the bond of rule. Were it well to obey then, if a king demand An act unprofitable, against himself? The King is sick, and knows not what he does.
الصفحة 19 - COURAGE !" he said, and pointed toward the land, " This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In the afternoon they came unto a land, In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.
الصفحة 71 - Revenge with a swarthier alien crew, And away she sail'd with her loss and long'd for her own ; When a wind from the lands they had ruin'd awoke from sleep, And the water began to heave and the weather to moan, And or ever that evening ended a great gale blew, And a wave like the wave that is raised by an earthquake grew, Till it smote on their hulls and their sails and their masts and their flags, And the whole sea plunged and fell on the shot-shatter'd navy of Spain, And the little Revenge herself...
الصفحة 48 - 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. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides: and tho...
الصفحة 20 - We will return no more" ; And all at once they sang, "Our island home Is far beyond the wave ; we will no longer roam.