Selections from Tennyson: With Introduction and NotesMacmillan and Company, 1890 - 154 páginas |
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... crown of Troas . Hither came at noon Mournful Enone , wandering forlorn Of Paris , once her playmate on the hills . Her cheek had lost the rose , and round her neck Floated her hair or seem'd to float in rest . She , leaning on a ...
... crown of Troas . Hither came at noon Mournful Enone , wandering forlorn Of Paris , once her playmate on the hills . Her cheek had lost the rose , and round her neck Floated her hair or seem'd to float in rest . She , leaning on a ...
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... crowns Alliance and allegiance , till thy hand Fail from the sceptre - staff . Such boon from me , From me , Heaven's Queen , Paris , to thee king - born , A shepherd all thy life but yet king - born , Should come most welcome , seeing ...
... crowns Alliance and allegiance , till thy hand Fail from the sceptre - staff . Such boon from me , From me , Heaven's Queen , Paris , to thee king - born , A shepherd all thy life but yet king - born , Should come most welcome , seeing ...
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... ' Why should we only toil , the roof and crown of things ? III . Lo ! in the middle of the wood , The folded leaf is woo'd from out the bud 70 70 With winds upon the branch , and there Grows green THE LOTOS - EATERS . 21.
... ' Why should we only toil , the roof and crown of things ? III . Lo ! in the middle of the wood , The folded leaf is woo'd from out the bud 70 70 With winds upon the branch , and there Grows green THE LOTOS - EATERS . 21.
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... crown about my brows , A name for ever ! -lying robed and crown'd , Worthy a Roman spouse . ' Her warbling voice , a lyre of widest range fear Struck by all passion , did fall down and glance From tone to tone , and glided thro ' all ...
... crown about my brows , A name for ever ! -lying robed and crown'd , Worthy a Roman spouse . ' Her warbling voice , a lyre of widest range fear Struck by all passion , did fall down and glance From tone to tone , and glided thro ' all ...
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... crowns of gold -- and from them rose A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars , And , as it were one voice an agony Of lamentation , like a wind , that shrills All night in a waste land , where no one comes , Or hath come , since the ...
... crowns of gold -- and from them rose A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars , And , as it were one voice an agony Of lamentation , like a wind , that shrills All night in a waste land , where no one comes , Or hath come , since the ...
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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.