The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet LaureateHoughton, Mifflin, 1881 - 426 páginas |
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... dear , so dear , That I would be the jewel That trembles at her ear : For hid in ringlets day and night , I'd touch her neck so warm and white . And I would be the girdle About her dainty , dainty waist , And her heart would beat ...
... dear , so dear , That I would be the jewel That trembles at her ear : For hid in ringlets day and night , I'd touch her neck so warm and white . And I would be the girdle About her dainty , dainty waist , And her heart would beat ...
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... Dear eyes , since first I knew them well . Yet tears they shed : they had their part Of sorrow for when time was ripe , The still affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type , That into stillness past again , And left a want ...
... Dear eyes , since first I knew them well . Yet tears they shed : they had their part Of sorrow for when time was ripe , The still affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type , That into stillness past again , And left a want ...
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... Dear mother Ida , hearken ere I die . Hear me O Earth , hear me O Hills , O Caves That house the cold crown'd snake ! O moun- tain brooks , I am the daughter of a River - God , Hear me , for I will speak , and build up all My sorrow ...
... Dear mother Ida , hearken ere I die . Hear me O Earth , hear me O Hills , O Caves That house the cold crown'd snake ! O moun- tain brooks , I am the daughter of a River - God , Hear me , for I will speak , and build up all My sorrow ...
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... Dear mother Ida , hearken ere I die . Again she said : ' I woo thee not with gifts . Sequel of guerdon could not alter me To fairer . Judge thou me by what I am , So shalt thou find me fairest . Yet , indeed , If gazing on divinity ...
... Dear mother Ida , hearken ere I die . Again she said : ' I woo thee not with gifts . Sequel of guerdon could not alter me To fairer . Judge thou me by what I am , So shalt thou find me fairest . Yet , indeed , If gazing on divinity ...
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... Dear soul , for all is well . " A huge crag - platform , smooth as burnish'd brass , I chose . The ranged ramparts bright From level meadow - bases of deep grass Suddenly scaled the light . Thereon I built it firm . Of ledge or shelf ...
... Dear soul , for all is well . " A huge crag - platform , smooth as burnish'd brass , I chose . The ranged ramparts bright From level meadow - bases of deep grass Suddenly scaled the light . Thereon I built it firm . Of ledge or shelf ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Aldwyth answer'd arms Arthur ask'd Bagenhall beneath blood breath brows Caerleon call'd Camelot child cried Dagonet dark dead dear death dream earth Edith ev'n Excalibur eyes face fair father fear fire flower Gardiner Gareth Gawain golden grace Guinevere hall hand happy Harold hast hate hath head hear heard heart heaven holy jousts King King Arthur kiss knew Lady Lady of Shalott Lancelot land Lavaine Leofwin light Limours lips live look look'd Lord maiden Mary Merlin moon Morcar morn mother move never night noble o'er once Philip Prince Queen rode rose round seem'd shadow shame Sir Bedivere Sir Lancelot Sir Pelleas sleep smile song soul Spain spake speak star stept Stigand stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro Tostig turn'd vext voice wild wind
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Página 90 - 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. 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 90 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Página 56 - Myself not least, but honor'd of them all; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Página 56 - 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, decent not to fail 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...
Página 161 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Página 55 - ULYSSES It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro...
Página 136 - THERE rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen ! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands ; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go. But in my spirit will I dwell, And dream my dream, and hold it true; For tho' my lips may breathe adieu, I cannot think the thing farewell.
Página 90 - Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. 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.
Página 266 - 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 39 - Then spoke King Arthur, breathing heavily : " 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.