The Complete Poetical Works of Alfred TennysonJ.R. Osgood, 1875 - 467 Seiten |
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... blowing round The stately cedar , tamarisks , Thick rosaries of scented thorn , Tall orient shrubs , and obelisks Graven with emblems of the time , In honor of the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . With dazed vision unawares From ...
... blowing round The stately cedar , tamarisks , Thick rosaries of scented thorn , Tall orient shrubs , and obelisks Graven with emblems of the time , In honor of the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . With dazed vision unawares From ...
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... blow , Oriana , Alone I wander to and fro , Oriana . Ere the light on dark was growing , Oriana , At midnight the cock was crowing , Oriana : Winds were blowing , waters flowing , We heard the steeds to battle going , Oriana ; Aloud the ...
... blow , Oriana , Alone I wander to and fro , Oriana . Ere the light on dark was growing , Oriana , At midnight the cock was crowing , Oriana : Winds were blowing , waters flowing , We heard the steeds to battle going , Oriana ; Aloud the ...
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... blow ! Oriana ! O happy thou that liest low , Oriana ! All night the silence seems to flow Beside me in my utter woe , Oriana . A weary , weary way I go , Oriana . When Norland winds pipe down the sea , Oriana , I walk , I dare not ...
... blow ! Oriana ! O happy thou that liest low , Oriana ! All night the silence seems to flow Beside me in my utter woe , Oriana . A weary , weary way I go , Oriana . When Norland winds pipe down the sea , Oriana , I walk , I dare not ...
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... blow Round an island there below , The island of Shalott . Willows whiten , aspens quiver , Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro ' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot . Four gray walls , and ...
... blow Round an island there below , The island of Shalott . Willows whiten , aspens quiver , Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro ' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot . Four gray walls , and ...
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... blow , And April's crescent glimmer'd cold , I saw the village lights below ; I knew your taper far away , And full at heart of trembling hope , From off the wold I came , and lay Upon the freshly - flower'd slope . The deep brook groan ...
... blow , And April's crescent glimmer'd cold , I saw the village lights below ; I knew your taper far away , And full at heart of trembling hope , From off the wold I came , and lay Upon the freshly - flower'd slope . The deep brook groan ...
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answer'd arms Arthur ask'd beneath blood blow breath brows Caerleon call'd Camelot child cried Dagonet dark dead dear death deep dream Dubric earth Enid Enoch ev'n evermore Excalibur eyes face fair Fair lord fear flower follow'd fool Gareth Gawain Geraint golden Guinevere hall hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Holy Grail horse hour jousts King King Arthur kiss kiss'd knew Lady land Lavaine light Limours lips live look look'd lord maid maiden Merlin Modred moon morn mother move never night noble o'er once Prince Queen rode rose round seem'd shadow shame Sir Bedivere Sir Lancelot Sir Pelleas sleep smile song soul spake speak star stept stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro turn'd vext voice weep wild wind wood words
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Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...