Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson. ...Macmillan Company, 1895 |
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... fall : But the solemn oak - tree sigheth , Thick - leaved , ambrosial , With an ancient melody Of an inward agony , Where Claribel low - lieth . II . At eve the beetle boometh Athwart the thicket lone : At noon the wild bee hummeth ...
... fall : But the solemn oak - tree sigheth , Thick - leaved , ambrosial , With an ancient melody Of an inward agony , Where Claribel low - lieth . II . At eve the beetle boometh Athwart the thicket lone : At noon the wild bee hummeth ...
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... falling , The red cheek paling , The strong limbs failing ; Ice with the warm blood mixing ; The eyeballs fixing . Nine times goes the passing bell : Ye merry souls , farewell . The old earth Had a birth , As all men know , Long ago ...
... falling , The red cheek paling , The strong limbs failing ; Ice with the warm blood mixing ; The eyeballs fixing . Nine times goes the passing bell : Ye merry souls , farewell . The old earth Had a birth , As all men know , Long ago ...
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... fall . Barketh the shepherd - dog cheerly ; the grasshopper carolleth clearly ; Deeply the wood - dove coos ; shrilly the owlet halloos ; Winds creep ; dews fall chilly : in her first sleep earth breathes stilly : Over the pools in the ...
... fall . Barketh the shepherd - dog cheerly ; the grasshopper carolleth clearly ; Deeply the wood - dove coos ; shrilly the owlet halloos ; Winds creep ; dews fall chilly : in her first sleep earth breathes stilly : Over the pools in the ...
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... fall . Men say that Thou Didst die for me , for such as me , Patient of ill , and death , and scorn , And that my sin was as a thorn Among the thorns that girt Thy brow , Wounding Thy soul . - That even now , In this extremest misery Of ...
... fall . Men say that Thou Didst die for me , for such as me , Patient of ill , and death , and scorn , And that my sin was as a thorn Among the thorns that girt Thy brow , Wounding Thy soul . - That even now , In this extremest misery Of ...
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... falls A shadow ; and his native slope , Where he was wont to leap and climb , Floats from his sick and filmed eyes , And something in the darkness draws His forehead earthward , and he dies . Shall man live thus , in joy and hope As a ...
... falls A shadow ; and his native slope , Where he was wont to leap and climb , Floats from his sick and filmed eyes , And something in the darkness draws His forehead earthward , and he dies . Shall man live thus , in joy and hope As a ...
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answer'd beneath betwixt blow breast breath brow Camelot cease CENONE cheek Clara Vere cloud crown dark dead Dear mother Ida death deep door Dora dream DYING SWAN earth EDWIN MORRIS Eleänore Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face faint fair fall floating flowers forlorn garden golden prime hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hither hollow King Arthur kiss kiss'd knew KRAKEN Lady of Shalott land Let them rave light lips live look look'd memory mind moon morn never night o'er Oriana PALACE OF ART Queen roll'd rose round saw thro seem'd shadow sheet lightning SIMEON STYLITES sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile song soul sound spake spirit star stept stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro turn'd Vere de Vere voice wander weary weep wild wind
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Página 27 - He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
Página 117 - Tirra lirra," by the river Sang Sir 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.
Página 114 - PART II There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. And moving thro' a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear.
Página 263 - 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.
Página 207 - And their warm tears; but all hath suffer'd change; For surely now our household hearths are cold, Our sons inherit us, our looks are strange, And we should come like ghosts to trouble joy. Or else the island princes over-bold Have eat our substance, and the minstrel sings Before them of the ten years' war in Troy, And our great deeds, as half- forgotten things.
Página 207 - To muse and brood and live again in memory, With those old faces of our infancy Heap'd over with a mound of grass, Two handfuls of white dust, shut in an urn of brass!
Página 55 - Over its grave i' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the hollyhock, Heavily hangs the tiger-lily. The air is damp, and hush'd, and close, As a sick man's room when he taketh repose An hour before death ; My very heart faints and my whole soul grieves At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves, And the breath Of the fading edges of box beneath, And the year's last rose. Heavily hangs the broad...
Página 201 - For ever and for ever, all in a blessed home — And there to wait a little while till you and Effie come — To lie within the light of God, as I lie upon your breast — And the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest THE LOTOS-EATERS "COURAGE!
Página 39 - WHEN cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground, And the far-off stream is dumb, And the whirring sail goes round, And the whirring sail goes round ; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits.
Página 264 - So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death...