The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Complete in Two VolumesTicknor and Fields, 1861 |
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... shame O'erflows thy calmer glances , And o'er black brows drops down A sudden - curved frown : But when I turn away , Thou , willing me to stay , Wooest not , nor vainly wranglest , But , looking fixedly the while , All my bounding ...
... shame O'erflows thy calmer glances , And o'er black brows drops down A sudden - curved frown : But when I turn away , Thou , willing me to stay , Wooest not , nor vainly wranglest , But , looking fixedly the while , All my bounding ...
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... shame The hollow - vaulted dark , and streamed Upon the mooned domes aloof In inmost Bagdat , till there seemed Hundreds of crescents on the roof Of night new risen , that marvellous time , To celebrate the golden prime Of good Haroun ...
... shame The hollow - vaulted dark , and streamed Upon the mooned domes aloof In inmost Bagdat , till there seemed Hundreds of crescents on the roof Of night new risen , that marvellous time , To celebrate the golden prime Of good Haroun ...
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... shame . The wind is howling in turret and tree . Whole weeks and months , and early and late , To win his love I lay in wait . O the Earl was fair to see ! III . I made a feast ; I bade him come : I won his love , I brought him home ...
... shame . The wind is howling in turret and tree . Whole weeks and months , and early and late , To win his love I lay in wait . O the Earl was fair to see ! III . I made a feast ; I bade him come : I won his love , I brought him home ...
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... shame , Lay there exiled from eternal God , Lost to her place and name ; And death and life she hated equally , And nothing saw , for her despair , But dreadful time , dreadful eternity , No comfort anywhere ; Remaining utterly confused ...
... shame , Lay there exiled from eternal God , Lost to her place and name ; And death and life she hated equally , And nothing saw , for her despair , But dreadful time , dreadful eternity , No comfort anywhere ; Remaining utterly confused ...
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... shame , and wrong , And trumpets blown for wars ; VI . And clattering flints battered with clanging hoofs : And I saw crowds in columned sanctuaries ; And forms that passed at windows and on roofs Of marble palaces ; VII . Corpses ...
... shame , and wrong , And trumpets blown for wars ; VI . And clattering flints battered with clanging hoofs : And I saw crowds in columned sanctuaries ; And forms that passed at windows and on roofs Of marble palaces ; VII . Corpses ...
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answer arms beneath betwixt blazoned blow breast breath brows Camelot cataract cheek child cloud crown Cyril dark dead dear death deep dipt Dora dream dropt earth Edwin Morris evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fall Florian flowers flying folds forever hand happy harken ere hath head hear heard heart Heaven hollow hour king King Arthur kiss knew Lady of Shalott Lady Psyche land Let them rave light lips live Locksley Hall look Lord maid maiden measured words mermen moon morn mother Ida move murmur night o'er Oriana Princess Princess Ida Queen rode rolled rose round sang scorn seemed shadow shame SIMEON STYLITES Sir Bedivere sleep smile song soul sound spake speak spoke star stept stood summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought touch turned unto vext voice weary whisper wild wind woman words
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Seite 131 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Seite 192 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see — Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be ; Saw the heavens...
Seite 130 - If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
Seite 341 - ... white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk ; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font : The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake : So fold thyself, my dearest,...
Seite 184 - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
Seite 255 - 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.
Seite 294 - On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Seite 7 - Upon the middle of the night, Waking she heard the night-fowl crow: The cock sung out an hour ere light: From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her: without hope of change, In sleep she seemed to walk forlorn, Till cold winds woke the gray-eyed morn About the lonely moated grange. She only said, "The day is dreary, He cometh not," she said; She said, "I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!
Seite 127 - King Arthur's sword, Excalibur, Wrought by the lonely maiden of the Lake. Nine years she wrought it, sitting in the deeps Upon the hidden bases of the hills.
Seite 93 - All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave? 5° All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence — ripen, fall, and cease: Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease.