The Complete Poetical Works of Alfred TennysonJ.R. Osgood, 1875 - 467 |
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... follows it , riving the spirit of man , Making earth wonder , So was their meaning to her words . No sword Of wrath her right arm whirl'd , But one poor poet's scroll , and with his word She shook the world . THE POET'S MIND . I. VEX ...
... follows it , riving the spirit of man , Making earth wonder , So was their meaning to her words . No sword Of wrath her right arm whirl'd , But one poor poet's scroll , and with his word She shook the world . THE POET'S MIND . I. VEX ...
Strona 27
... follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of conse- quence . ' " Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . Again she said : ' I woo thee not with gifts . Sequel of guerdon could not alter me To fairer . Judge thou me by what I am , So shalt thou ...
... follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of conse- quence . ' " Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . Again she said : ' I woo thee not with gifts . Sequel of guerdon could not alter me To fairer . Judge thou me by what I am , So shalt thou ...
Strona 50
... follow flying steps of Truth Across the brazen bridge of war — If New and Old , disastrous feud , Must ever shock , like armed foes , And this be true , till Time shall close , That Principles are rain'd in blood ; Not yet the wise of ...
... follow flying steps of Truth Across the brazen bridge of war — If New and Old , disastrous feud , Must ever shock , like armed foes , And this be true , till Time shall close , That Principles are rain'd in blood ; Not yet the wise of ...
Strona 53
... follow'd , either hand , Or voice , or else a motion of the mere . This is a shameful thing for men to lie . Yet now , I charge thee , quickly go again As thou art lief and dear , and do the thing I bade thee , watch , and lightly bring ...
... follow'd , either hand , Or voice , or else a motion of the mere . This is a shameful thing for men to lie . Yet now , I charge thee , quickly go again As thou art lief and dear , and do the thing I bade thee , watch , and lightly bring ...
Strona 54
... follow this , if this were done ? What harm , undone ? deep harm to dis- obey , Seeing obedience is the bond of rule . Were it well to obey then , if a king demand An act unprofitable , against himself ? he does . What record , or what ...
... follow this , if this were done ? What harm , undone ? deep harm to dis- obey , Seeing obedience is the bond of rule . Were it well to obey then , if a king demand An act unprofitable , against himself ? he does . What record , or what ...
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Strona 80 - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars until I die.
Strona 79 - As tho' 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. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil...
Strona 53 - I am so deeply smitten thro' the helm That without help I cannot last till morn. Thou therefore take my brand Excalibur, Which was my pride; for thou rememberest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Rose up from out the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword— and how I row'd across And took it, and have worn it, like a king; And, wheresoever I am sung or told In aftertime, this also shall be known. But now delay not; take Excalibur, And fling...
Strona 236 - Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them ; and descending they were ware That all the decks were dense with stately forms Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream — by these Three Queens with crowns of gold — and from them rose • A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the...
Strona 257 - THE splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. 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.
Strona 56 - Shot thro' the lists at Camelot, and charged Before the eyes of ladies and of kings. Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere, 'Ah! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go? Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes? For now I see the true old times are dead, When every morning brought a noble chance, And every chance brought out a noble knight. Such times have been not since the light that led The holy Elders with the gift of myrrh. But now the whole ROUND TABLE is dissolved Which was an image of the...
Strona 310 - He fought his doubts and gather'd strength, He would not make his judgment blind, He faced the spectres of the mind And laid them: thus he came at length To find a stronger faith his own; And Power was with him in the night, Which makes the darkness and the light, And dwells not in the light alone, But in the darkness and the cloud, As over Sinai's peaks of old, While Israel made their gods of gold, Altho
Strona 17 - And moving thro' a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear. There she sees the highway near Winding down to Camelot: There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village-churls, And the red cloaks of market girls, Pass onward from Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad, Goes by to tower'd Camelot : And sometimes thro...
Strona 82 - In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast; In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest; In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove ; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Strona 80 - In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me • That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads - you and I are old; Old age hath yet his honour and his toil...