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answer beat beneath blessed blood blow blue break brought Camelot Clara Vere clear cloth cloud comb coming dance dark dead dear death dying Earl echoes Edition eyes fair fall feet fields flow flowers follow forever Forever and forever garden gate glad golden grave gray green grow hall hands happy hear heard heart heaven hill Illustrated kiss kiss'd Lady of Shalott land late leave light lilies longer look lords Maud meet Milking the cow moon morning mother move never New-year night pass Portrait Queen Queen o’the rest Ring rise river rode roll rose round seems shines Singing sleep slowly smile Sometimes SONG soul sound stars Swallow sweet sweeter tears tell thee things thou thought thousand thro Turn valley Vere de Vere voice wave weary wild wind
Népszerű szakaszok
20. oldal - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
19. oldal - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the •wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
16. oldal - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;' And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;' The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, 'I wait...
90. oldal - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
12. oldal - There is but one With whom she has heart to be gay. When will the dancers leave her alone '' She is weary of dance and play.'' Now half to the setting moon are gone, And half to the rising day; Low on the sand and loud on the stone The last wheel echoes away.
30. oldal - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
27. oldal - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite, Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.
65. oldal - To-night I saw the sun set: he set and left behind The good old year, the dear old time, and all my peace of mind; And the New-year's coming up, mother, but I shall never see The blossom on the blackthorn, the leaf upon the tree.
39. oldal - Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of ShalotL Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right— The leaves upon her falling light— Thro...
27. oldal - Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind.
Bibliográfiai információk
| Cím | Favorite Poems Vest-pocket series of standard and popular authors |
| Szerző | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson |
| Kiadó | James R. Osgood, 1877 |
| Eredeti forrása | Harvard Egyetem |
| Digitalizálva: | 2008. febr. 25. |
| Terjedelem | 96 oldal |
| Idézet exportálása | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |