Selections from Tennyson: With Introduction and NotesMacmillan and Company, 1890 - 154 páginas |
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... Pure silver , underpropt a rich Throne of the massive ore , from which Down - droop'd , in many a floating fold , Engarlanded and diaper'd With inwrought flowers , a cloth of gold . Thereon , his deep eye laughter - stirr'd With ...
... Pure silver , underpropt a rich Throne of the massive ore , from which Down - droop'd , in many a floating fold , Engarlanded and diaper'd With inwrought flowers , a cloth of gold . Thereon , his deep eye laughter - stirr'd With ...
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... pure Hesperian gold , That smelt ambrosially , and while I look'd And listen'd , the full - flowing river of speech Came down upon my heart . 666 " " My own Enone , Beautiful - brow'd Enone , my own soul , Behold this fruit , whose ...
... pure Hesperian gold , That smelt ambrosially , and while I look'd And listen'd , the full - flowing river of speech Came down upon my heart . 666 " " My own Enone , Beautiful - brow'd Enone , my own soul , Behold this fruit , whose ...
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... pure law , Commeasure perfect freedom . " f f избе ' Here she ceased , And Paris ponder'd , and I cried , " O Paris , Give it to Pallas " but he heard me not , Or hearing would not hear me , woe is me ! ' O mother Ida , many - fountain ...
... pure law , Commeasure perfect freedom . " f f избе ' Here she ceased , And Paris ponder'd , and I cried , " O Paris , Give it to Pallas " but he heard me not , Or hearing would not hear me , woe is me ! ' O mother Ida , many - fountain ...
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... pure ; as when she went along From Mizpeh's tower'd gate with welcome light , With timbrel and with song . 180 190 200 My words leapt forth : ' Heaven heads the count of crimes With that wild oath . ' She render'd answer high : ' Not so ...
... pure ; as when she went along From Mizpeh's tower'd gate with welcome light , With timbrel and with song . 180 190 200 My words leapt forth : ' Heaven heads the count of crimes With that wild oath . ' She render'd answer high : ' Not so ...
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... pure ! but thou , If thou shouldst never see my face again , 230 240 Pray for my soul . More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of . Wherefore , let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day . For what are men ...
... pure ! but thou , If thou shouldst never see my face again , 230 240 Pray for my soul . More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of . Wherefore , let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day . For what are men ...
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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.