Favorite PoemsJames R. Osgood, 1877 - 96 |
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Strona 19
... blowing ! Blow , let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow , bugle ; answer , echoes , dying , dying , dying . O love , they die in yon rich sky , They faint on hill or field or river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul , And grow ...
... blowing ! Blow , let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow , bugle ; answer , echoes , dying , dying , dying . O love , they die in yon rich sky , They faint on hill or field or river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul , And grow ...
Strona 20
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Blow , bugle , blow , set the wild echoes flying , And answer , echoes , answer , dying , dying , dying . TEARS , IDLE TEARS . EARS , idle tears , I know not what they mean , Tears from the depth of some ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Blow , bugle , blow , set the wild echoes flying , And answer , echoes , answer , dying , dying , dying . TEARS , IDLE TEARS . EARS , idle tears , I know not what they mean , Tears from the depth of some ...
Strona 33
... blow Round an island there below , The island of Shalott . Willows whiten , aspens quiver , Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro ' the wave that runs forever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot . Four gray walls , and four ...
... blow Round an island there below , The island of Shalott . Willows whiten , aspens quiver , Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro ' the wave that runs forever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot . Four gray walls , and four ...
Strona 48
... blowing in turret and tree . They were together , and she fell ; Therefore revenge became me well . O the Earl was fair to see ! She died she went to burning flame : She mixed her ancient blood with shame . The wind is howling in turret ...
... blowing in turret and tree . They were together , and she fell ; Therefore revenge became me well . O the Earl was fair to see ! She died she went to burning flame : She mixed her ancient blood with shame . The wind is howling in turret ...
Strona 62
... blow the faint sweet cuckoo - flowers ; And the wild marsh - marigold shines like fire in swamps and hollows gray , And I'm to be Queen o ' the May , mother , I'm to be Queen o ' the May . The night - winds come and go , mother , upon ...
... blow the faint sweet cuckoo - flowers ; And the wild marsh - marigold shines like fire in swamps and hollows gray , And I'm to be Queen o ' the May , mother , I'm to be Queen o ' the May . The night - winds come and go , mother , upon ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON beggar maid blessed break brimming river bugle call me early Claribel low-lieth comb Cophetua dark dying Earl was fair echoes Effie fall Farringford Edition flow To join flowers Forever and forever garden glad New-year go on forever golden hand happy hear heart heaven holy Grail HOME THEY BROUGHT Illustrated join the brimming kiss Lady Clara Vere Lady of Shalott Lancelot land last New-year late LAUNCELOT AND QUEEN Let me fly light little birdie little grave Low adown Maud mermen midnight the moon Milking the cow moon cometh mother dear night QUEEN GUINEVERE Ring rivulet Robin rode rose shines silent night SIR LAUNCELOT snowdrop snowy SONG soul stept Swallow sweet sweeter tears thee my steps There's thou thro To-morrow ill tower'd Camelot turn thy wheel turret and tree valley Vere de Vere wild bells wild wheel wind ye cannot enter yon rich sky
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Strona 20 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
Strona 19 - The splendor 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.
Strona 16 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;' And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;' The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, 'I wait...
Strona 90 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Strona 12 - There is but one With whom she has heart to be gay. When will the dancers leave her alone '' 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 30 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Strona 27 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite, Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Strona 65 - To-night I saw the sun set: he set and left behind The good old year, the dear old time, and all my peace of mind; And the New-year's coming up, mother, but I shall never see The blossom on the blackthorn, the leaf upon the tree.
Strona 39 - Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of ShalotL Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right— The leaves upon her falling light— Thro...
Strona 27 - Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind.