The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson. [Vol.8,9 are of the 1878 ed. With] The dramatic works [&c.]. |
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... Katie , once I did her a good turn , Her and her far - off cousin and betrothed , James Willows , of one name and heart with her . For here I came , twenty years back - the week Before I parted with poor Edmund ; crost By that old ...
... Katie , once I did her a good turn , Her and her far - off cousin and betrothed , James Willows , of one name and heart with her . For here I came , twenty years back - the week Before I parted with poor Edmund ; crost By that old ...
Strona 126
... Katie somewhere in the walks below , run ' Run , Katie ! ' Katie never ran : she moved To meet me , winding under woodbine bowers , A little flutter'd , with her eyelids down , Fresh apple - blossom , blushing for a boon . " What was it ...
... Katie somewhere in the walks below , run ' Run , Katie ! ' Katie never ran : she moved To meet me , winding under woodbine bowers , A little flutter'd , with her eyelids down , Fresh apple - blossom , blushing for a boon . " What was it ...
Strona 127
... Katie snatch'd her eyes at once from mine , And sketching with her slender pointed foot Some figure like a wizard's pentagram On garden gravel , let my query pass Unclaim'd , in flushing silence , till I ask'd If James were coming ...
... Katie snatch'd her eyes at once from mine , And sketching with her slender pointed foot Some figure like a wizard's pentagram On garden gravel , let my query pass Unclaim'd , in flushing silence , till I ask'd If James were coming ...
Strona 128
... Katie , what I suffer'd for your sake ! For in I went , and call'd old Philip out To show the farm : full willingly he rose : He led me thro ' . the short sweet - smelling lanes Of his wheat - suburb , babbling as he went . He praised ...
... Katie , what I suffer'd for your sake ! For in I went , and call'd old Philip out To show the farm : full willingly he rose : He led me thro ' . the short sweet - smelling lanes Of his wheat - suburb , babbling as he went . He praised ...
Strona 134
... Katie , 66 we came back . We bought the farm we tenanted before . Am I so like her ? so they said on board . Sir , if you knew her in her English days , My mother , as it seems you did , the days That most she loves to talk of , come ...
... Katie , 66 we came back . We bought the farm we tenanted before . Am I so like her ? so they said on board . Sir , if you knew her in her English days , My mother , as it seems you did , the days That most she loves to talk of , come ...
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Strona 123 - 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.
Strona 174 - Came through the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.
Strona 171 - 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. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Strona 76 - For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die.
Strona 97 - A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee : Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
Strona 77 - She is weary of dance and play.' Now half to the setting moon are gone, And half to the rising day ; Low on the sand and loud on the stone The last wheel echoes away.
Strona 79 - And the soul of the rose went into my blood. As the music clash'd in the hall; And long by the garden lake I stood, For I heard your rivulet fall From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood, Our wood, that is dearer than all...
Strona 148 - Of Europe, keep our noble England whole, And save the one true seed of freedom sown Betwixt a people and their ancient throne, That sober freedom out of which there springs Our loyal passion for our temperate kings!
Strona 141 - O friends, our chief state-oracle is mute : Mourn for the man of long-enduring blood, The statesman-warrior, moderate, resolute, Whole in himself, a common good. Mourn for the man of amplest influence, Yet clearest of ambitious crime...
Strona 41 - Let the sweet heavens endure, Not close and darken above me Before I am quite quite sure That there is one to love me ; Then let come what come may To a life that has been so sad, I shall have had my day.