The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson |
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... Fair Women Margaret ..... The Blackbird ... 36 Dedication ... 148 39 The Coming of Arthur .. 148 39 Enid . 151 The Death of the Old Year . 39 Vivien 164 To J. S ... 40 Elaine .. 171 41 The Holy Grail 180 41 Pelleas and Ettarre .. 187 ...
... Fair Women Margaret ..... The Blackbird ... 36 Dedication ... 148 39 The Coming of Arthur .. 148 39 Enid . 151 The Death of the Old Year . 39 Vivien 164 To J. S ... 40 Elaine .. 171 41 The Holy Grail 180 41 Pelleas and Ettarre .. 187 ...
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... Fair - fronted Truth shall droop not now With shrilling shafts of subtle wit . Nor martyr - flames , nor trenchant swords Can do away that ancient lie ; A gentler death shall Falsehood die , Shot thro ' and thro ' with cunning words . 3 ...
... Fair - fronted Truth shall droop not now With shrilling shafts of subtle wit . Nor martyr - flames , nor trenchant swords Can do away that ancient lie ; A gentler death shall Falsehood die , Shot thro ' and thro ' with cunning words . 3 ...
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... fair With thy floating flaxen hair ; Thy rose - lips and full blue eyes Take the heart from out my breast . Wherefore those dim looks of thine , Shadowy , dreaming Adeline ? 2 . Whence that aery bloom of thine , Like a lily which the ...
... fair With thy floating flaxen hair ; Thy rose - lips and full blue eyes Take the heart from out my breast . Wherefore those dim looks of thine , Shadowy , dreaming Adeline ? 2 . Whence that aery bloom of thine , Like a lily which the ...
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... fair , Singing alone , Combing her hair Under the sea , In a golden curl With a comb of pearl , On a throne ? 2 . I would be a mermaid fair ; I would sing to myself the whole of the day ; With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair ; And ...
... fair , Singing alone , Combing her hair Under the sea , In a golden curl With a comb of pearl , On a throne ? 2 . I would be a mermaid fair ; I would sing to myself the whole of the day ; With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair ; And ...
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... fair , " would seem to award it thine , As lovelier than whatever Oread haunt The knolls of Ida , loveliest in all grace Of movement , and the charm of married brows , ' " Dear mother Ida , hearken ere I die . He prest the blossom of ...
... fair , " would seem to award it thine , As lovelier than whatever Oread haunt The knolls of Ida , loveliest in all grace Of movement , and the charm of married brows , ' " Dear mother Ida , hearken ere I die . He prest the blossom of ...
Términos y frases comunes
answer'd arms Arthur beneath blood blow breath brows Caerleon call'd Camelot child Cloth cloud cres cried Dagonet dark dead dear death deep dream earth Enid ev'n Excalibur eyes face fair fall fear fire flower Gawain Geraint golden Gorlois Guinevere hall hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven holy JOHN S. C. ABBOTT jousts king King Arthur kiss knew Lady Lady of Shalott Lancelot land Lavaine light Limours lips live look look'd lord maid maiden Merlin moon morn mother move never night noble o'er once Queen rode rose round seem'd shadow shame sing Sir Bedivere Sir Lancelot Sir Pelleas sleep smile song soul spake speak spirit star stept stood sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro turn'd vext voice weep wild wind wood words
Pasajes populares
Página 56 - 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.
Página 83 - 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 105 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Página 185 - Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid, Not only to keep down the base in man, But teach high thought, and amiable words And courtliness, and the desire of fame, And love of truth, and all that makes a man.
Página 80 - 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.
Página 41 - 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.
Página 139 - 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.
Página 41 - 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. But when that moan had past for evermore, The stillness of...
Página 12 - The broken sheds look'd sad and strange : Unlifted was the clinking latch ; Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange. She only said, ' My life is dreary, He Cometh not...
Página 189 - 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.