The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson: Poet Laureate, Etc, Volumen1Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... ...... ............. 35 Sonnet to J. M. K ......... The Miller's Daughter . The Lady of Shalott ......... .................................................................. 88 Mariana in the South ....... ............
... ...... ............. 35 Sonnet to J. M. K ......... The Miller's Daughter . The Lady of Shalott ......... .................................................................. 88 Mariana in the South ....... ............
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... Brow - beats his desk below . Thou from a throne Mounted in heaven wilt shoot into the dark Arrows of lightnings . I will stand and mark . POEMS . ( PUBLISHED 1832. ) THE LADY OF SHALOTT SONNET TO J. M K. 37 Sonnet to J M K.........
... Brow - beats his desk below . Thou from a throne Mounted in heaven wilt shoot into the dark Arrows of lightnings . I will stand and mark . POEMS . ( PUBLISHED 1832. ) THE LADY OF SHALOTT SONNET TO J. M K. 37 Sonnet to J M K.........
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... SHALOTT PART I. ON either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye , That clothe the wold and meet the sky ; And through the field the road runs by To many - towered Camelot ; And up and down the people go , Gazing where the ...
... SHALOTT PART I. ON either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye , That clothe the wold and meet the sky ; And through the field the road runs by To many - towered Camelot ; And up and down the people go , Gazing where the ...
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... Shalott ? Only reapers , reaping early In among the bearded barley , Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly , Down to towered Camelot : And by the moon the reaper weary , Piling sheaves in uplands airy ...
... Shalott ? Only reapers , reaping early In among the bearded barley , Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly , Down to towered Camelot : And by the moon the reaper weary , Piling sheaves in uplands airy ...
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... Shalott . But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights , For often through the silent nights A funeral , with plumes and lights , And music , went to Camelot : Or when the moon was overhead , Came two young ...
... Shalott . But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights , For often through the silent nights A funeral , with plumes and lights , And music , went to Camelot : Or when the moon was overhead , Came two young ...
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Annie answer arms babe beneath betwixt blazoned blow breast breath brows Camelot cheek child cloud crown Cyril dark dead dear death deep dipt Dora dream dropt earth Edwin Morris Enoch Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fall father fear Florian flowers flying folds forever golden gray hand happy head hear heard heart Heaven hills hollow hour king King Arthur kiss knew Lady of Shalott land light lips live Locksley Hall look Lord maiden mind moon morn mother Ida move murmur night o'er Oriana Philip Princess Ida Queen rolled rose round scorn seemed shadow Shalott silent SIMEON STYLITES Sir Bedivere sleep smile song soul spake speak spoke star stept stood summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought turned unto vext voice wall of night weary whisper wild wind woman words yonder
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Página 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...
Página 129 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
Página 183 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea : I am become a name ; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 293 - 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.
Página 126 - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : ' I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
Página 196 - Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change. Thro...
Página 185 - Pleiads, rising through the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid. Here about the beach I wandered, nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of time...
Página 131 - Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow. Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.