The Early Poems of Alfred, Lord TennysonMethuen & Company, 1899 - Всего страниц: 294 |
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... lips Silver - treble laughter trilleth : Prythee weep , May Lilian . 4 Praying all I can , If prayers will not hush thee , Airy Lilian , Like a rose - leaf I will crush thee , Fairy Lilian . ISABEL 66 First printed in 1830. In the poem ...
... lips Silver - treble laughter trilleth : Prythee weep , May Lilian . 4 Praying all I can , If prayers will not hush thee , Airy Lilian , Like a rose - leaf I will crush thee , Fairy Lilian . ISABEL 66 First printed in 1830. In the poem ...
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... lips should dare to kiss Thy taper fingers amorously , 1 Again thou blushest angerly ; And o'er black brows drops down A sudden - curved frown . 1 Thy taper fingers amorously . Ed . 1830 , ' Three times three , though noted as an ...
... lips should dare to kiss Thy taper fingers amorously , 1 Again thou blushest angerly ; And o'er black brows drops down A sudden - curved frown . 1 Thy taper fingers amorously . Ed . 1830 , ' Three times three , though noted as an ...
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... lips and full blue eyes Take the heart from out my breast . Wherefore those dim looks of thine , Shadowy , dreaming Adeline ? 2 Whence that aery bloom of thine , Like a lily which the sun Looks thro ' in his sad decline , And a rose ...
... lips and full blue eyes Take the heart from out my breast . Wherefore those dim looks of thine , Shadowy , dreaming Adeline ? 2 Whence that aery bloom of thine , Like a lily which the sun Looks thro ' in his sad decline , And a rose ...
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... lips depress'd as he were meek , Himself unto himself he sold : Upon himself himself did feed : Quiet , dispassionate , and cold , And other than his form of creed , With chisell'd features clear and sleek . THE POET First printed in ...
... lips depress'd as he were meek , Himself unto himself he sold : Upon himself himself did feed : Quiet , dispassionate , and cold , And other than his form of creed , With chisell'd features clear and sleek . THE POET First printed in ...
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... lips my name Floweth ; and then , as in a swoon , With dinning sound my ears are rife , My tremulous tongue faltereth , I lose my colour , I lose my breath , I drink the cup of a costly death , Brimm'd with delirious draughts of warmest ...
... lips my name Floweth ; and then , as in a swoon , With dinning sound my ears are rife , My tremulous tongue faltereth , I lose my colour , I lose my breath , I drink the cup of a costly death , Brimm'd with delirious draughts of warmest ...
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Alfred Tennyson answer'd beauty beneath blow breath brow Camelot cheek cloud dark dead death deep door Dora dream earth Edwin Morris Enone Excalibur eyes face faint fair fall floating flowers folds garden golden prime grave green hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart Heaven hour King Arthur kiss kiss'd Lady Clare Lady of Shalott land Let them rave light lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Lord Tennyson mind moon morn never night o'er Oriana palace Palace of Art poem poet printed in 1842 Queen roll'd rose round seem'd shadow silent Simeon Stylites sing Sir Bedivere sleep slowly smile Somersby song soul sound spake speak spirit stanza star stept summer sweet tears Tennyson thee thine things thought thro turn'd unto Vere de Vere voice weary wild wind words yonder
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Стр. 208 - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
Стр. 98 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Стр. 113 - 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.
Стр. 148 - And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zig-zag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake.
Стр. 30 - THE poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars above ; Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.
Стр. 50 - Skimming down to Camelot : But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott? Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to tower'd Camelot : And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers, "Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott.
Стр. 222 - Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range. Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change. Thro...
Стр. 52 - The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung, Beside remote Shalott.
Стр. 209 - Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Стр. 148 - There in the many-knotted waterflags, That whistled stiff and dry about the marge. So strode he back slow to the wounded King. Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere : "Hast thou perform'd my mission which I gave? What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?" And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere: "I heard the ripple washing in the reeds, And the wild water lapping on the crag.