Select Poems of Alfred Lord TennysonHoughton, Mifflin, 1895 - 264 |
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... isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott . By the margin , willow - veil'd , Slide the heavy barges trail'd By slow horses ; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken - sail'd Skimming down to Camelot : But who hath seen her wave her hand ? Or ...
... isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott . By the margin , willow - veil'd , Slide the heavy barges trail'd By slow horses ; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken - sail'd Skimming down to Camelot : But who hath seen her wave her hand ? Or ...
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... isle ? ' Let what is broken so remain . The Gods are hard to reconcile ; " T is hard to settle order once again . There is confusion worse than death , Trouble on trouble , pain on pain , Long labor unto aged breath , Sore task to ...
... isle ? ' Let what is broken so remain . The Gods are hard to reconcile ; " T is hard to settle order once again . There is confusion worse than death , Trouble on trouble , pain on pain , Long labor unto aged breath , Sore task to ...
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... isles of winter shock 180 190 By night , with noises of the northern sea . So flash'd and fell the brand Excalibur : But ere he dipt the surface , rose an arm Cloth'd in white samite , mystic , wonderful , And caught him by the hilt ...
... isles of winter shock 180 190 By night , with noises of the northern sea . So flash'd and fell the brand Excalibur : But ere he dipt the surface , rose an arm Cloth'd in white samite , mystic , wonderful , And caught him by the hilt ...
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... isle Well - loved of me , discerning to fulfil This labor , by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people , and thro ' soft degrees Subdue them to the useful and the good . Most blameless is he , centred in the sphere Of common duties ...
... isle Well - loved of me , discerning to fulfil This labor , by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people , and thro ' soft degrees Subdue them to the useful and the good . Most blameless is he , centred in the sphere Of common duties ...
Strona 96
... Isles , And see the great Achilles , whom we knew . Tho ' much is taken , much abides ; and tho ' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven , that which we are , we are ; One equal temper of heroic hearts ...
... Isles , And see the great Achilles , whom we knew . Tho ' much is taken , much abides ; and tho ' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven , that which we are , we are ; One equal temper of heroic hearts ...
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ALFRED LORD TENNYSON Alfred Tennyson Arthur Hallam beautiful beneath boscage breath brook Camelot Cannon cloud dark daughter dead Dear mother Ida death deep dreams Enone Excalibur eyes fair fall floating flowers follows gleams glory golden prime hand happy Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard hearken ere heart heaven honor isle King Arthur knew Lady of Shalott land lawn light live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord mind moon morn never night o'er oxlip Palace of Art poem poet poet's Princess reading rest Rode the six roll'd rose round sail sail'd Saint Brendan says scorn seem'd shadow Shakespeare ship silent Sir Bedivere Sir Richard six hundred sleep song soul sound spake spirit stanza stars Stedman stood sweet tears Tennyson thee Theocritus thine things thou thought thro towers truth turn'd valley voice wild wind
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Strona 96 - 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...
Strona 23 - Tirra lirra,' by the river Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces thro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot.
Strona 128 - My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Strona 44 - Why are we weigh'd upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with sharp distress, While all things else have rest from weariness? All things have rest : why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things, And make perpetual moan, Still from one sorrow to another thrown : Nor ever fold our wings, And cease from wanderings, Nor steep our brows in slumber's holy balm; Nor hearken what the inner spirit sings, ' There is no joy but calm ! ' Why should we only toil, the roof and crown...
Strona 157 - And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three. Ship after ship, the whole night long, their high-built galleons came, Ship after ship, the whole night long, with her battle-thunder and flame; Ship after ship, the whole night long, drew back with her dead and her shame. For some were sunk and many were shatter'd, and so could fight us no more — God of battles, was ever a battle like this in the world before?...
Strona 80 - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils Himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
Strona 21 - PART II There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. And moving thro' a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear.
Strona 95 - 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.
Strona 99 - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Strona 243 - Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage. Far off from these a slow and silent stream, Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls Her watery labyrinth, whereof who drinks, Forthwith his former state and being forgets, Forgets both joy and grief, pleasure and pain.