Poems, Band 1Ticknor & Fields, 1868 - 879 Seiten |
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... . SIMEON STYLITES THE TALKING OAK 156 165 170 173 176 181 188 LOVE AND DUTY . 199 THE GOLDEN YEAR 202 ULYSSES . 205 LOCKSLEY HALL GODIVA THE TWO VOICES .. 207 221 224 THE DAY - DREAM : - PROLOGUE THE SLEEPING PALACE iv CONTENTS .
... . SIMEON STYLITES THE TALKING OAK 156 165 170 173 176 181 188 LOVE AND DUTY . 199 THE GOLDEN YEAR 202 ULYSSES . 205 LOCKSLEY HALL GODIVA THE TWO VOICES .. 207 221 224 THE DAY - DREAM : - PROLOGUE THE SLEEPING PALACE iv CONTENTS .
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. THE DAY - DREAM : - PROLOGUE THE SLEEPING PALACE . THE SLEEPING BEAUTY THE ARRIVAL THE REVIVAL THE DEPARTURE 241 242 244 . 245 246 248 MORAL 249 L'ENVOI EPILOGUE AMPHION . ST . AGNES . 250 252 253 256 SIR ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. THE DAY - DREAM : - PROLOGUE THE SLEEPING PALACE . THE SLEEPING BEAUTY THE ARRIVAL THE REVIVAL THE DEPARTURE 241 242 244 . 245 246 248 MORAL 249 L'ENVOI EPILOGUE AMPHION . ST . AGNES . 250 252 253 256 SIR ...
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... would that I were dead ! " Upon the middle of the night , Waking she heard the night - fowl crow : The cock sung out an hour ere light : From the dark fen the oxen's low * Came to her without hope of change , In sleep MARIANA . 9 MARIANA.
... would that I were dead ! " Upon the middle of the night , Waking she heard the night - fowl crow : The cock sung out an hour ere light : From the dark fen the oxen's low * Came to her without hope of change , In sleep MARIANA . 9 MARIANA.
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Came to her without hope of change , In sleep she seem'd to walk forlorn , Till cold winds woke the gray - eyed morn About the lonely moated grange . She only said , " The day is dreary , He cometh not ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Came to her without hope of change , In sleep she seem'd to walk forlorn , Till cold winds woke the gray - eyed morn About the lonely moated grange . She only said , " The day is dreary , He cometh not ...
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... sleep I sank In cool soft turf upon the bank , Entranced with that place and time , So worthy of the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . - Thence thro ' the garden I was drawn A realm of pleasance , many a mound , And many a shadow ...
... sleep I sank In cool soft turf upon the bank , Entranced with that place and time , So worthy of the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . - Thence thro ' the garden I was drawn A realm of pleasance , many a mound , And many a shadow ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON Annie answer'd arms beneath betwixt blow breast breath brows call'd Camelot cheek child cloud Cyril dark dead dear death deep dipt Dora dream dropt earth Edwin Morris Enoch Enoch Arden Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fall'n father fear Florian flowers flying folds golden gray hand happy harken ere hath head hear heard heart Heaven hour king King Arthur kiss kiss'd knew Lady of Shalott land laugh'd light lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord maiden mind moon morn mother Ida move night o'er Oriana Philip Princess Princess Ida Queen roll'd rose round saw thro seem'd shadow Shalott silent Sir Bedivere sleep smile song soul spake speak spoke star stept stood summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro turn'd unto vext voice weary wild wind woman words yonder
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Seite 154 - Pray for my soul. 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 t For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Seite 206 - As though 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.
Seite 343 - ... Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. "Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others ; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Seite 341 - 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.
Seite 154 - The holy Elders with the gift of myrrh. But now the whole Round Table is dissolved Which was an image of the mighty world ; And I, the last, go forth companionless, And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
Seite 207 - 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.
Seite 216 - 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...
Seite 292 - HE clasps the crag with hooked hands : Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls ; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Seite 150 - Then spoke King Arthur, breathing heavily: 'What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere: 'I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
Seite 205 - Vext the dim sea. I am become a name; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known : cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments...