The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson |
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... thro ' wild March the throstle calls , Where all about your palace - walls The sunlit almond - blossom shakes- Take ... thro ' and thro ' me Thoroughly to undo me , Smiling , never speaks : So innocent - arch , so cunning - simple , From ...
... thro ' wild March the throstle calls , Where all about your palace - walls The sunlit almond - blossom shakes- Take ... thro ' and thro ' me Thoroughly to undo me , Smiling , never speaks : So innocent - arch , so cunning - simple , From ...
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... thro ' and thro ' with cunning words . 3 . Weak Truth a - leaning on her crutch , Wan , wasted Truth in her utmost need , Thy kingly intellect shall feed , Until she be an athlete bold , And weary with a finger's touch Those writhed ...
... thro ' and thro ' with cunning words . 3 . Weak Truth a - leaning on her crutch , Wan , wasted Truth in her utmost need , Thy kingly intellect shall feed , Until she be an athlete bold , And weary with a finger's touch Those writhed ...
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... thro ' The low and bloomed foliage , drove The fragrant , glistening deeps , and clove The citron - shadows in the blue : By garden porches on the brim , The costly doors flung open wide , Gold glittering thro ' lamplight dim , And ...
... thro ' The low and bloomed foliage , drove The fragrant , glistening deeps , and clove The citron - shadows in the blue : By garden porches on the brim , The costly doors flung open wide , Gold glittering thro ' lamplight dim , And ...
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... thro ' life and death , thro ' good and ill He saw thro ' his own soul . The marvel of the everlasting will , An open scroll , Before him lay : with echoing feet he threaded The secretest walks of fame : The viewless arrows of his ...
... thro ' life and death , thro ' good and ill He saw thro ' his own soul . The marvel of the everlasting will , An open scroll , Before him lay : with echoing feet he threaded The secretest walks of fame : The viewless arrows of his ...
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... thro ' the marish green and still The tangled water - courses slept , Shot over with purple , and green , and yellow . 3 . The wild swan's death - hymn took the soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow : at first to the ear ...
... thro ' the marish green and still The tangled water - courses slept , Shot over with purple , and green , and yellow . 3 . The wild swan's death - hymn took the soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow : at first to the ear ...
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.