The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson. [Vol.8,9 are of the 1878 ed. With] The dramatic works [&c.]. |
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... hundred thrones . XIII . For I trust if an enemy's fleet came yonder round by the hill , And the rushing battle - bolt sang from the three- decker out of the foam , That the smooth - faced snubnosed rogue would leap from his counter and ...
... hundred thrones . XIII . For I trust if an enemy's fleet came yonder round by the hill , And the rushing battle - bolt sang from the three- decker out of the foam , That the smooth - faced snubnosed rogue would leap from his counter and ...
Strona 123
... hundred bridges . Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river , For men may come and men may go , But I go on for ever . " Poor lad , he died at Florence , quite worn out , Travelling to Naples . There is Darnley bridge ...
... hundred bridges . Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river , For men may come and men may go , But I go on for ever . " Poor lad , he died at Florence , quite worn out , Travelling to Naples . There is Darnley bridge ...
Strona 147
... hundred fights , Nor ever lost an English gun ; This is he that far away Against the myriads of Assaye Clash'd with his fiery few and won ; And underneath another sun , Warring on a later day , Round affrighted Lisbon drew The treble ...
... hundred fights , Nor ever lost an English gun ; This is he that far away Against the myriads of Assaye Clash'd with his fiery few and won ; And underneath another sun , Warring on a later day , Round affrighted Lisbon drew The treble ...
Strona 163
... hundred spires ! I climb'd the roofs at break of day ; Sun - smitten Alps before me lay . I stood among the silent statues , And statued pinnacles , mute as they . How faintly - flush'd , how phantom - fair , Was Monte Rosa , hanging ...
... hundred spires ! I climb'd the roofs at break of day ; Sun - smitten Alps before me lay . I stood among the silent statues , And statued pinnacles , mute as they . How faintly - flush'd , how phantom - fair , Was Monte Rosa , hanging ...
Strona 173
... hundred . " Forward , the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred . 66 11 . Forward , the Light Brigade ! " THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT. THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE ·
... hundred . " Forward , the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred . 66 11 . Forward , the Light Brigade ! " THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT. THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE ·
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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.