Enoch Arden, &cTicknor and Fields, 1865 - 178 strani |
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ALFRED TENNYSON Annie Annie's answer'd ask'd Averill babe beän beat beneath blessing broke call'd Catullus chidden child Coritanian cried dark dawn dead dear death dream Edith Enoch Arden Ev'n evermore eyes face father fear fire fixt flower follow'd girl gold golden apple gone hand happy hear heard heart heaven Hesper HESPERIDES ILIAD indolent reviewers isle kiss'd knaws knew Lady of Shalott land Leolin Let me fly light little birdie living lonely look'd Lord meä Miriam Lane mixt morn mother never night o'er once peace Philip Ringlet rolling rose round sail SEA-KINGS seem'd ship of fools silent sing Sir Aylmer sleep slipt Somersby spoke Squoire stars Stept sweet tears thee thine things Thornaby thou thought thro thunder Trinobant turn'd vext voice walk'd watch'd weep wept wife Willy woke woman wood yaäle
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Stran 100 - knew not what of wild and sweet, Like that strange song I heard Apollo sing, While Ilion like a mist rose into towers. Yet hold me not for ever in thine East: How can my nature longer mix with thine ? •Coldly thy rosy shadows bathe me, cold Are all
Stran 106 - Splendid is the flower.' By every town and tower, Read my little fable : He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed. And now again the people Call it but a weed. And some are pretty enough, And some are poor indeed
Stran 31 - And blossom'd in the zenith, or the sweep Of some precipitous rivulet to the wave, As down the shore he ranged, or all day long Sat often in the seaward-gazing gorge, A shipwreck'd sailor, waiting for a sail : No sail from day to
Stran 10 - father's door, And chiefly from the brook that loves To purl o'er matted cress and ribbed sand, Or dimple in the dark of rushy coves, Drawing into his narrow earthern urn, In every elbow and turn, The filtered tribute of the rough woodlands.
Stran 40 - But if my children care to see me dead, Who hardly knew me living, let them come, I am their father ; but she must not come, For my dead face would vex her after-life. And now there is but one of all my blood, Who will embrace me in the
Stran 113 - finds his own in all men's good, And all men work in noble brotherhood, Breaking their mailed fleets and armed towers, And ruling by obeying Nature's powers, And gathering all the fruits of peace and crown'd with all her flowers. A DEDICATION.
Stran 37 - And he lay tranced ; but when he rose and paced Back toward his solitary home again, All down the long and narrow street he went Beating it in upon his weary brain, As tho' it were the burthen of a song, * Not to tell her, never to let her know/
Stran 37 - He was not all unhappy. His resolve Upbore him, and firm faith, and evermore Prayer from a living source within the will, And beating up thro' all the bitter world, Like fountains of sweet water in the sea, Kept him a living soul.
Stran 27 - wood. Up came the children laden with their spoil ; Then all descended to the port, and there At Annie's door he paused and gave his hand. Saying gently ' Annie, when I spoke to you, That was your hour of weakness. I was wrong. I am always bound to you, but you are free.
Stran 18 - harbor, by mischance he slipt and fell : A limb was broken when they lifted him ; And while he lay recovering there, his wife Bore him another son, a sickly one : Another hand crept too across his trade Taking her bread and theirs : and on him fell, Altho