Selections from Tennyson: With Introduction and NotesMacmillan and Company, 1890 - 154 páginas |
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... arm , and creeps from pine to pine , And loiters , slowly drawn . On either hand The lawns and meadow - ledges midway down Hang rich in flowers , and far below them roars The long brook falling thro ' the clov'n ravine In cataract after ...
... arm , and creeps from pine to pine , And loiters , slowly drawn . On either hand The lawns and meadow - ledges midway down Hang rich in flowers , and far below them roars The long brook falling thro ' the clov'n ravine In cataract after ...
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... arm's - length , so much the thought of power Flatter'd his spirit ; but Pallas where she stood Somewhat apart , her clear and bared limbs O'erthwarted with the brazen - headed spear Upon her pearly shoulder leaning cold , The while ...
... arm's - length , so much the thought of power Flatter'd his spirit ; but Pallas where she stood Somewhat apart , her clear and bared limbs O'erthwarted with the brazen - headed spear Upon her pearly shoulder leaning cold , The while ...
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... arm , And I beheld great Here's angry eyes , As she withdrew into the golden cloud , And I was left alone within the ... arms Were wound about thee , and my hot lips prest Close , close to thine in that quick - falling dew Of fruitful ...
... arm , And I beheld great Here's angry eyes , As she withdrew into the golden cloud , And I was left alone within the ... arms Were wound about thee , and my hot lips prest Close , close to thine in that quick - falling dew Of fruitful ...
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... arm was lifted to hew down A cavalier from off his saddle - bow , That bore a lady from a leaguer'd town ; And then , I know not how , 20 30 459 40 All those sharp fancies , by down - lapsing thought 26 SELECTIONS FROM TENNYSON .
... arm was lifted to hew down A cavalier from off his saddle - bow , That bore a lady from a leaguer'd town ; And then , I know not how , 20 30 459 40 All those sharp fancies , by down - lapsing thought 26 SELECTIONS FROM TENNYSON .
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... arms festooning tree to tree , And at the root thro ' lush green grasses burn'd The red anemone . I knew the flowers , I knew the leaves , I knew The tearful glimmer of the languid dawn On those long , rank , dark wood - walks drench'd ...
... arms festooning tree to tree , And at the root thro ' lush green grasses burn'd The red anemone . I knew the flowers , I knew the leaves , I knew The tearful glimmer of the languid dawn On those long , rank , dark wood - walks drench'd ...
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Página 47 - ULYSSES It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro...
Página 47 - 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.
Página 48 - In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. "There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine...
Página 104 - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Página 37 - What harm, undone ? deep harm to disobey, Seeing obedience is the bond of rule. Were it well to obey then, if a king demand An act unprofitable, against himself? The King is sick, and knows not what he does.
Página 19 - 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.
Página 71 - Revenge with a swarthier alien crew, And away she sail'd with her loss and long'd for her own ; When a wind from the lands they had ruin'd awoke from sleep, And the water began to heave and the weather to moan, And or ever that evening ended a great gale blew, And a wave like the wave that is raised by an earthquake grew, Till it smote on their hulls and their sails and their masts and their flags, And the whole sea plunged and fell on the shot-shatter'd navy of Spain, And the little Revenge herself...
Página 48 - 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 20 - We will return no more" ; And all at once they sang, "Our island home Is far beyond the wave ; we will no longer roam.