Selected PoemsW.J.Gage Company, 1894 |
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Stran xiii
... feeling ; elevation , soberness , impressiveness of thought . The tone and manner were new , provoking opposition and challenging and receiving criticism . The criticism is long dead ; but the voice being authentic lived on , winning ...
... feeling ; elevation , soberness , impressiveness of thought . The tone and manner were new , provoking opposition and challenging and receiving criticism . The criticism is long dead ; but the voice being authentic lived on , winning ...
Stran xv
... feelings of the envious , received the laurel . The same year after a quiet growth of ten years in the poet's mind , In Memoriam was issued , commemorating in a series of elegies , the loss of Arthur Hallam . The third event of this ...
... feelings of the envious , received the laurel . The same year after a quiet growth of ten years in the poet's mind , In Memoriam was issued , commemorating in a series of elegies , the loss of Arthur Hallam . The third event of this ...
Stran 37
... feels he cannot die , And knows himself no vision to himself , Nor the high God a vision , nor that One Who rose again : ye have seen what ye have seen . " ' So spake the King : I knew not all he meant . ' RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN ...
... feels he cannot die , And knows himself no vision to himself , Nor the high God a vision , nor that One Who rose again : ye have seen what ye have seen . " ' So spake the King : I knew not all he meant . ' RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN ...
Stran 89
... feels a nightmare on his bed When all the house is mute . So sigh'd the King , Muttering and murmuring at his ear , Quick , quick ! I fear it is too late , and I shall die . ' But the other swiftly strode from ridge to ridge , Clothed ...
... feels a nightmare on his bed When all the house is mute . So sigh'd the King , Muttering and murmuring at his ear , Quick , quick ! I fear it is too late , and I shall die . ' But the other swiftly strode from ridge to ridge , Clothed ...
Stran 98
... d philanthropies , Divorce the Feeling from her mate the Deed . ' She told me . She and James had quarrell'd . Why ? What cause of quarrel ? None , she said , no cause ; James had no cause : but when I prest the 98 THE BROOK .
... d philanthropies , Divorce the Feeling from her mate the Deed . ' She told me . She and James had quarrell'd . Why ? What cause of quarrel ? None , she said , no cause ; James had no cause : but when I prest the 98 THE BROOK .
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Alfred Tennyson Allegory archaic Arthurian beautiful Bors breath brook brother Camelot castle charm cloud colour Coming of Arthur dark dead death deep dreams earth English epic Excalibur eyes flower Galahad Gawain Geraint Geraint and Enid golden prime Guinevere hall Haroun Alraschid hath heard heart heaven hills Holy Grail Homer human Idylls King Arthur knights Lady of Shalott lake Lancelot Lancelot and Elaine legend light lines Lord Lotos Lotos-Eaters lyric maiden Malory meaning Merlin monk moon Morte d'Arthur nature o'er Percivale Percivale's periphrasis poem poet poet's poetical poetry Princess queen quest river rode Round Table sail says seen Shakspere Siege Perilous Sir Bedivere sleep Somersby song soul spake spiritual stanza stars Stopford Brooke story stream suggest sweet sword Tennyson thee Theocritus things thou thought thro vision voice wandering William Wordsworth wind word
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Stran 176 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Stran 50 - And moving thro' a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear. There she sees the highway near Winding down to Camelot : There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village-churls, And the red cloaks of market girls, Pass onward from Shalott Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad, Goes by to tower'd Camelot ; And sometimes thro...
Stran 312 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Stran 314 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Stran 296 - FEAR death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go...
Stran 296 - And bade me creep past. No ! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness, and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
Stran 48 - Camelot; And up and down the people go Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.
Stran 294 - FAIR Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon : As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song ; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
Stran 312 - Yet, be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven.
Stran 306 - MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.