Poems: In Two Volumes, Volumen1Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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... Sweet lips whereon perpetually did reign The summer calm of golden charity , Were fixed shadows of thy fixed mood , Revered Isabel , the crown and head , The stately flower of female fortitude , Of perfect wifehood and pure lowlihead ...
... Sweet lips whereon perpetually did reign The summer calm of golden charity , Were fixed shadows of thy fixed mood , Revered Isabel , the crown and head , The stately flower of female fortitude , Of perfect wifehood and pure lowlihead ...
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... sweet heaven , Either at morn or eventide . After the flitting of the bats , When thickest dark did trance the sky , She drew her casement - curtain by , And glanced athwart the glooming flats . She only said , " The night is dreary ...
... sweet heaven , Either at morn or eventide . After the flitting of the bats , When thickest dark did trance the sky , She drew her casement - curtain by , And glanced athwart the glooming flats . She only said , " The night is dreary ...
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... sweet and strange , Delicious spites , and darling angers , And airy forms of flitting change . Smiling , frowning , evermore , Thou are perfect in love - lore . Revealings deep and clear are thine Of wealthy smiles : but who may know ...
... sweet and strange , Delicious spites , and darling angers , And airy forms of flitting change . Smiling , frowning , evermore , Thou are perfect in love - lore . Revealings deep and clear are thine Of wealthy smiles : but who may know ...
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In Two Volumes Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Frowns perfect - sweet along the brow Light - glooming over eyes divine , Like little clouds sun - fringed , are thine , Ever varying Madeline . Thy smile and frown are not aloof From one ...
In Two Volumes Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Frowns perfect - sweet along the brow Light - glooming over eyes divine , Like little clouds sun - fringed , are thine , Ever varying Madeline . Thy smile and frown are not aloof From one ...
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... sweets , which , as they clomb Heavenward , were stayed beneath the dome Of hollow boughs . A goodly time , -- For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . V. Still onward ; and the clear canal Is rounded to as clear a lake ...
... sweets , which , as they clomb Heavenward , were stayed beneath the dome Of hollow boughs . A goodly time , -- For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . V. Still onward ; and the clear canal Is rounded to as clear a lake ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON beneath blazoned blood blow breast breath brow Camelot cheek cloud cold crown dark dead Dear mother Ida death deep divine door Dora dream dust earth Edwin Morris Eleänore Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face fair faith fall flower folds gloom golden prime grave green grief hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart hearts of flame Heaven hills hollow hour King King Arthur kiss Lady of Shalott land Let them rave light lips live look mind moon morn murmur never night o'er Oriana Queen red West Ring rose round sang seemed shade shadow shallop shore SIMEON STYLITES sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spake spikenard spirit star stept sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought unto voice wandering wave weary weep whisper wild wind words
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Página 362 - The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
Página 364 - So careful of the type ?" but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, " A thousand types are gone : I care for nothing, all shall go. "Thou makest thine appeal to me: I bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath: I know no more.
Página 44 - THE poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars above ; Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love. He saw thro' life and death, thro' good and ill, He saw thro
Página 474 - 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 goBut 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 77 - Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott. Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right The leaves upon her falling light Thro...
Página 73 - 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. There she sees the highway near Winding down to Camelot: There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village-churls And the red cloaks of market-girls Pass onward from Shalott.
Página 384 - So many worlds, so much to do, So little done, such things to be, How know I what had need of thee, For thou wert strong as thou wert true...
Página 281 - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust: Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die; And thou hast made him: thou art just.
Página 193 - em away. Old year, you must not go; So long as you have been with us, Such joy as you have seen with us, Old year, you shall not go.
Página 71 - Camelot ; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro...