The Poetical Works of Alfred TennysonHarper, 1870 - 246 páginas |
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... Lancelot . A redcross knight forever kneeled To a lady in his shield , That sparkled on the yellow field , Beside remote Shalott . The gemmy bridle glitter'd free , Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy . The ...
... Lancelot . A redcross knight forever kneeled To a lady in his shield , That sparkled on the yellow field , Beside remote Shalott . The gemmy bridle glitter'd free , Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy . The ...
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... 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 . Out flew the web and floated wide ; The mirror ...
... 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 . Out flew the web and floated wide ; The mirror ...
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... Lancelot , Though yet there lived no proof , nor yet was heard The world's loud whisper breaking into storm , Not less Geraint believed it ; and there fell A horror on him , lest his gentle wife , Thro ' that great tenderness to ...
... Lancelot , Though yet there lived no proof , nor yet was heard The world's loud whisper breaking into storm , Not less Geraint believed it ; and there fell A horror on him , lest his gentle wife , Thro ' that great tenderness to ...
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... Lancelot , and forgetful of the hunt ; But rose at last , a single maiden with her , Took horse , and forded Usk , and gain'd the wood ; There , on a little knoll beside it , stay'd Waiting to hear the hounds ; but heard instead A ...
... Lancelot , and forgetful of the hunt ; But rose at last , a single maiden with her , Took horse , and forded Usk , and gain'd the wood ; There , on a little knoll beside it , stay'd Waiting to hear the hounds ; but heard instead A ...
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... Lancelot , friend ? Traitor or true ? that commerce with the Queen , I ask you , is it clamor'd by the child , Or whisper'd in the corner ? do you know it ? " To which he answer'd sadly : " Yea , I know it . Sir Lancelot went ambassador ...
... Lancelot , friend ? Traitor or true ? that commerce with the Queen , I ask you , is it clamor'd by the child , Or whisper'd in the corner ? do you know it ? " To which he answer'd sadly : " Yea , I know it . Sir Lancelot went ambassador ...
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answer'd arms Arthur ask'd beat beauty beneath blood blow breath brows Caerleon call'd Camelot child cloud cried dark dead dear death deep dream Dubric earth Enid Enoch ev'n Excalibur eyes face fair Fair lord fall fear fire flower Gawain Geraint golden Guinevere hall hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hills hour jousts king King Arthur kiss kiss'd knew Lady Lady of Shalott Lancelot land Lavaine light Limours lips live look look'd lord maid maiden Merlin moon morn move never night noble o'er once Oriana Queen rode rose round seem'd shadow shame sing Sir Bedivere Sir Lancelot Sir Pelleas sleep smile song soul spake speak spoke star stept stood sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro turn'd vext voice weep wild wind words
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Página 112 - So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life; That I, considering everywhere Her secret meaning in her deeds, And finding that of fifty seeds She often brings but one to bear; I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro...
Página 89 - 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.
Página 56 - 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 This...
Página 122 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Página 140 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow.
Página 145 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them...
Página 60 - From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue; Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm, With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunderstorm; Till the war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battle-flags were furl'd In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law. So I triumph'd ere my passion sweeping thro...
Página 122 - 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.
Página 89 - Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. ' Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd 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.
Página 222 - Himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world. Comfort thyself: what comfort is in me? I have lived my life, and that which I have done May He within Himself make pure! but thou, 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. For what are men better than sheep or goats...