Selections from Tennyson: With Introduction and NotesMacmillan and Company, 1890 - 154 páginas |
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... The level lake with diamond - plots Of dark and bright . A lovely time , For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . A Dark - blue the deep sphere overhead , Distinct with RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS . 3.
... The level lake with diamond - plots Of dark and bright . A lovely time , For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . A Dark - blue the deep sphere overhead , Distinct with RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS . 3.
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... bright From twisted silvers look'd to shame The hollow - vaulted dark , and stream'd Upon the mooned domes aloof In inmost Bagdat , till there seem'd Hundreds of crescents on the roof Of night new - risen , that marvellous time 130 To ...
... bright From twisted silvers look'd to shame The hollow - vaulted dark , and stream'd Upon the mooned domes aloof In inmost Bagdat , till there seem'd Hundreds of crescents on the roof Of night new - risen , that marvellous time 130 To ...
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... bright , Some bearded meteor , trailing light , Moves over still Shalott . His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd ; On burnish'd hooves his war - horse trode ; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal - black curls as on he rode , As ...
... bright , Some bearded meteor , trailing light , Moves over still Shalott . His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd ; On burnish'd hooves his war - horse trode ; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal - black curls as on he rode , As ...
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... bright river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill— To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave thro ' the thick - twined vine- To watch the emerald - colour'd water falling Thro ' many a wov'n acanthus - wreath divine ...
... bright river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill— To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave thro ' the thick - twined vine- To watch the emerald - colour'd water falling Thro ' many a wov'n acanthus - wreath divine ...
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... bright death quiver'd at the victim's throat ; Touch'd ; and I knew no more . ' Whereto the other with a downward brow : ' I would the white cold heavy - plunging foam , Whirl'd by the wind , had roll'd me deep below , Then when I left ...
... bright death quiver'd at the victim's throat ; Touch'd ; and I knew no more . ' Whereto the other with a downward brow : ' I would the white cold heavy - plunging foam , Whirl'd by the wind , had roll'd me deep below , Then when I left ...
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Aphroditè arms battle beauty breath bright brows called Camelot child cloud colour crown dark dawn dead Dear mother Ida death deep Dora Dream of Fair Duke earth Edited Elphinstone College English Enone Excalibur eyes fall fight flowers foam Gods gold golden prime Greek Guinevere harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart heaven Herè hills Holy Grail Homer honour Idyll Iliad INTRODUCTION island Joseph of Arimathea King Arthur Lady of Shalott Lancelot land light look'd Lord Lotos-eaters maiden Mary Milton moon Morgan le Fay morning Morte d'Arthur never night o'er Paris poem poet Presidency College preterite Queen Revenge river rose Round Table shadow Shaks ship Sir Bedivere Sir Galahad Sir Richard sleep song sound spirit star sweet sword tears Tennyson thee Theocritus thine things thou thro Tithonus Troy Ulysses voice wave Wellington wind words wounded
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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.