The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Two Volumes in OneTicknor and Fields, 1862 - 684 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 15
... blowing round The stately cedar , tamarisks , Thick rosaries of scented thorn , Tall orient shrubs , and obelisks Graven with emblems of the time , In honor of the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . XI . With dazéd vision unawares ...
... blowing round The stately cedar , tamarisks , Thick rosaries of scented thorn , Tall orient shrubs , and obelisks Graven with emblems of the time , In honor of the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . XI . With dazéd vision unawares ...
الصفحة 29
... blow , self - pleached deep Bramble - roses , faint and pale , And long purples of the dale . Let them rave . These in every shower creep Through the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . VI . The gold - eyed kingcups fine , The ...
... blow , self - pleached deep Bramble - roses , faint and pale , And long purples of the dale . Let them rave . These in every shower creep Through the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . VI . The gold - eyed kingcups fine , The ...
الصفحة 31
... blow , Oriana , Alone I wander to and fro , Oriana . Ere the light on dark was growing , Oriana , At midnight the cock was crowing , Oriana : Winds were blowing , waters flowing , We heard the steeds to battle going , Oriana ; Aloud the ...
... blow , Oriana , Alone I wander to and fro , Oriana . Ere the light on dark was growing , Oriana , At midnight the cock was crowing , Oriana : Winds were blowing , waters flowing , We heard the steeds to battle going , Oriana ; Aloud the ...
الصفحة 33
... blow ! Oriana ! O happy thou that liest low , Oriana ! All night the silence seems to flow Beside me in my utter woe , Oriana . A weary , weary way I go , Oriana . When Norland winds pipe down the sea , Oriana , I walk , I dare not ...
... blow ! Oriana ! O happy thou that liest low , Oriana ! All night the silence seems to flow Beside me in my utter woe , Oriana . A weary , weary way I go , Oriana . When Norland winds pipe down the sea , Oriana , I walk , I dare not ...
الصفحة 38
... blow Round an island there below , The island of Shalott . Willows whiten , aspens quiver , Little breezes dusk and shiver Through the wave that runs forever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot . Four gray walls , and ...
... blow Round an island there below , The island of Shalott . Willows whiten , aspens quiver , Little breezes dusk and shiver Through the wave that runs forever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot . Four gray walls , and ...
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answer arms Asses ears beneath betwixt blazoned blow break breast breath brows Camelot cheek child Cyril dark dead dear death deep dipt dream dropt drowning song earth Edwin Morris Excalibur eyes face fair fall fancy father fear Florian flower flying forever golden Guinevere half hall hand happy head hear heard heart Heaven hills hour king King Arthur kiss knew Lady of Shalott Lady Psyche land light lips live look Lord maid maiden moon morn mother move murmur night noble o'er Oriana paces measured peace Prince Princess Princess Ida rode rolled rose round sang seemed shadow shame shivering points Sir Bedivere sleep smile song soul spake speak spirit spoke star stept stood summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought touch unto vext voice weep whisper wild wind woman words
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الصفحة 184 - Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 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 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 183 - Myself not least, but honored 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 untraveled world whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
الصفحة 83 - Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
الصفحة 95 - 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. But in my spirit will I dwell, And dream my dream, and hold it true; For tho' my lips may breathe adieu, I cannot think the thing farewell.
الصفحة 140 - 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 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 travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
الصفحة 182 - 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 176 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!
الصفحة 91 - And deep-asleep he seemed, yet all awake, And music in his ears his beating heart did make. They sat them down upon the yellow sand, Between the sun and moon upon the shore; And sweet it was to dream of Fatherland, Of child, and wife, and slave; but evermore Most weary seemed the sea, weary the oar, Weary the wandering fields of barren foam. Then some one said, ' We will return no more; ' And all at once they sang, ' Our island home Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam...