The Poetical WorksHarper, 1873 - Всего страниц: 327 |
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... his deep eye laughter - stirred With merriment of kingly pride , Sole star of all that place and time , I saw him — in his golden prime , THE GOOD HAROON ALRASCHID ! ODE TO MEMORY . I. THOU who stealest fire , 16 THE ARABIAN NIGHTS .
... his deep eye laughter - stirred With merriment of kingly pride , Sole star of all that place and time , I saw him — in his golden prime , THE GOOD HAROON ALRASCHID ! ODE TO MEMORY . I. THOU who stealest fire , 16 THE ARABIAN NIGHTS .
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. ODE TO MEMORY . I. THOU who stealest fire , From the fountains of the past , To glorify the present ; oh , haste , Visit my low desire ! Strengthen me , enlighten me ! △ faint in this obscurity , Thou ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. ODE TO MEMORY . I. THOU who stealest fire , From the fountains of the past , To glorify the present ; oh , haste , Visit my low desire ! Strengthen me , enlighten me ! △ faint in this obscurity , Thou ...
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... fire . Heaven flowed upon the soul in many dreams Of high desire . Thus truth was multiplied on truth , the world Like one great garden showed , And through the wreaths of floating dark upcurled Rare sunrise flowed . And Freedom reared ...
... fire . Heaven flowed upon the soul in many dreams Of high desire . Thus truth was multiplied on truth , the world Like one great garden showed , And through the wreaths of floating dark upcurled Rare sunrise flowed . And Freedom reared ...
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... fire and active might In a silent meditation , Falling into a still delight , And luxury of contemplation : As waves that up a quiet cove Rolling slide , and lying still Shadow forth the banks at will ; Or sometimes they swell and move ...
... fire and active might In a silent meditation , Falling into a still delight , And luxury of contemplation : As waves that up a quiet cove Rolling slide , and lying still Shadow forth the banks at will ; Or sometimes they swell and move ...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. And a languid fire creeps Through my veins to all my frame , Dissolvingly and slowly soon , From thy rose - red lips My name Floweth ; and then , as in a swoon , With dinning sound my ears are rife , My ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. And a languid fire creeps Through my veins to all my frame , Dissolvingly and slowly soon , From thy rose - red lips My name Floweth ; and then , as in a swoon , With dinning sound my ears are rife , My ...
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Стр. 192 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales ; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
Стр. 183 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought...
Стр. 344 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference, Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man ; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world ; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind ; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto...
Стр. 90 - COURAGE!' he said, and pointed toward the land, 'This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.' In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon ; And like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go;...
Стр. 293 - 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.
Стр. 42 - Thro' the noises of the night She floated down to Camelot: And as the boat-head wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her singing her last song, The Lady of Shalott. Heard a carol, mournful, holy, Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were darkened wholly, Turned to towered Camelot.
Стр. 42 - 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...
Стр. 125 - Which was my pride: for thou rememberest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Rose up from out the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword — and how I...
Стр. 486 - FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies ; — Hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower — but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
Стр. 8 - I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead ! " The sparrow's chirrup on the roof, The slow clock ticking, and the sound Which to the wooing wind aloof The poplar made, did all confound Her sense ; but most she loathed the hour When the thick-moted sunbeam lay Athwart the chambers, and the day Was sloping toward his western bower. Then, said she, " I am very dreary, He will not come...