The Poetical Works of Alfred TennysonD. Lothrop, 1883 - 730 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 mused a little space : He said , " She has a lovely face : God in his mercy lend her grace , The Lady of Shalott . " MARIANA IN THE SOUTH . With one black shadow at its feet , The house thro ' all the level shines , Close ...
... Lancelot mused a little space : He said , " She has a lovely face : God in his mercy lend her grace , The Lady of Shalott . " MARIANA IN THE SOUTH . With one black shadow at its feet , The house thro ' all the level shines , Close ...
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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 Guine ...
... 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 Guine ...
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... Lancelot , and forgetful of the hunt ; [ her , But rose at last , a single maiden with 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 ; [ her , But rose at last , a single maiden with 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 sing it once , And it shall answer for me .. Listen to it . ' In Love , if Love be Love , if Love be ours , Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers : Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all . ' It is the little rift within ...
... Lancelot sing it once , And it shall answer for me .. Listen to it . ' In Love , if Love be Love , if Love be ours , Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers : Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all . ' It is the little rift within ...
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answer'd arms Arthur ask'd beat beneath blood blow breath brows Caerleon call'd Camelot child cloud cried dark dead dear death deep dream Dubric earth Enid Enoch Excalibur eyes face fair Fair lord fear fire flower Galahad Gawain Geraint golden Guinevere hall hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven holy Holy Grail hour jousts King King Arthur kiss kiss'd knew Lady Lady of Shalott Lancelot land Lavaine light lips live look look'd lord maid maiden Merlin moon morn mother move never night noble o'er once Prince Queen rode rose round seem'd shadow shame Sir Bedivere Sir Lancelot Sir Pelleas sleep smile song soul spake speak spoke star stept stood sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro touch'd turn'd vext voice weep wild wind words
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Página 210 - 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. Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife; Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws. Ring out the want, the care, the sin, The faithless coldness of the times; Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, But ring the fuller minstrel in. Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring...
Página 136 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon...
Página 142 - 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 143 - 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 252 - Storm'd at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well Came thro' the jaws of Death, Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred. When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made! All the world wonder'd.
Página 88 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho...
Página 61 - And o'er him, drawing it, the winter moon, Brightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt: For all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks, Myriads of topaz-lights, and jacinth-work Of subtlest jewellery.
Página 440 - And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.' 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, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away.
Página 383 - The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath, And after many a summer dies the swan. Me only cruel immortality Consumes: I wither slowly in thine arms, Here at the quiet limit of the world, A white-hair'd shadow roaming like a dream The ever silent spaces of the East, Far-folded mists, and gleaming halls of morn.
Página 48 - Thro' every hollow cave and alley lone Round and round the spicy downs the yellow Lotosdust is blown. We have had enough of action, and of motion we, Roll'd to starboard, roll'd to larboard, when the surge was seething free, Where the wallowing monster spouted his foamfountains in the sea. Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind, In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind.