Early Poems, Band 2Macmillan and Company, 1888 |
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... hated by the wise , to law System and empire ? Sin itself be found . The cloudy porch oft opening on the Sun ? And only he , this wonder , dead , become Mere highway dust ? or year by year alone Sit brooding in the ruins of a life ...
... hated by the wise , to law System and empire ? Sin itself be found . The cloudy porch oft opening on the Sun ? And only he , this wonder , dead , become Mere highway dust ? or year by year alone Sit brooding in the ruins of a life ...
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... hated Like Death betwixt thy dear embrace and mine , And crying , ' Who is this ? behold thy bride , ' She push'd me from thee . If the sense is hard To alien ears , I did not speak to these— No , not to thee , but to thyself in me ...
... hated Like Death betwixt thy dear embrace and mine , And crying , ' Who is this ? behold thy bride , ' She push'd me from thee . If the sense is hard To alien ears , I did not speak to these— No , not to thee , but to thyself in me ...
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... hated his oppression , Stern he was and rash ; So for every light transgression Doom'd them to the lash . Day by day more harsh and cruel Seem'd the Captain's mood . Secret wrath like smother'd fuel Burnt in each man's blood . Yet he ...
... hated his oppression , Stern he was and rash ; So for every light transgression Doom'd them to the lash . Day by day more harsh and cruel Seem'd the Captain's mood . Secret wrath like smother'd fuel Burnt in each man's blood . Yet he ...
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... hated , Had what they desired : Mute with folded arms they waited- Not a gun was fired . But they heard the foeman's thunder Roaring out their doom ; All the air was torn in sunder , Crashing went the boom , Spars were splinter'd ...
... hated , Had what they desired : Mute with folded arms they waited- Not a gun was fired . But they heard the foeman's thunder Roaring out their doom ; All the air was torn in sunder , Crashing went the boom , Spars were splinter'd ...
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... hate . ' Chant me now some wicked stave , Till thy drooping courage rise , And the glow - worm of the grave Glimmer in thy rheumy eyes . ‹ Fear not thou to loose thy tongue ; Set thy hoary fancies free ; What is loathsome to the young ...
... hate . ' Chant me now some wicked stave , Till thy drooping courage rise , And the glow - worm of the grave Glimmer in thy rheumy eyes . ‹ Fear not thou to loose thy tongue ; Set thy hoary fancies free ; What is loathsome to the young ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alexandrovna ALFRED LORD TENNYSON Annie answer'd ask'd Averill beän bird blood blow break breath broke brook child Cophetua dark dash'd dead dear death deep dream earth Edith European flag evermore eyes fair fancy fire flower follow'd glory Gods golden golden air gone gray hall hand happy hate hear heard heart heaven honour hour islet pointed Katie king kiss knaws knew Lady Clare land Lariano Leolin light little birdie living Locksley Hall look'd Lord LUCRETIUS maiden meä moon morn mother munny never night o'er passion peace proputty rhyme roar rolling rose round seem'd shadow shame Sir Aylmer sleep song soul stars Stept storm striking clocks summer sweet Sweet Emma thee thine things thou thro thunder trapt turn'd unto vext village maid voice walk'd watch'd wife wild Willy wind yonder
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 226 - Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd. Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Seite 225 - 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," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Seite 139 - O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a...
Seite 288 - Speak to Him thou for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet — Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.
Seite 44 - 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 f1ll with shouting, and there rained a ghastly dew From the nations...
Seite 118 - HE clasps the crag with crooked 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 142 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Seite 48 - Mated with a squalid savage — what to me were sun or clime ? I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time...
Seite 247 - An' I niver knaw'd whot a mean'd but I thowt a 'ad summut to saay, An' I thowt a said whot a owt to "a said an
Seite 82 - A maiden Knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear; I yearn to breathe the airs of Heaven That often meet me here. I muse on joy that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose...