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Page 62
Ere the light on dark was growing , " Oriana , At midnight the cock was crowing ,
Oriana : Winds were blowing , waters flowing , We heard the steeds to battle
going , Oriana ; Aloud the hollow bugle blowing , Oriana . In the yew - wood black
as ...
Ere the light on dark was growing , " Oriana , At midnight the cock was crowing ,
Oriana : Winds were blowing , waters flowing , We heard the steeds to battle
going , Oriana ; Aloud the hollow bugle blowing , Oriana . In the yew - wood black
as ...
Page 63
She stood upon the castle wall , Oriana : She watch ' d my crest among them all ,
Oriana : She saw me fight , she heard me call , When forth there stept a foeman
tall , Oriana , Atween me and the castle wall , Oriana . The bitter arrow went aside
...
She stood upon the castle wall , Oriana : She watch ' d my crest among them all ,
Oriana : She saw me fight , she heard me call , When forth there stept a foeman
tall , Oriana , Atween me and the castle wall , Oriana . The bitter arrow went aside
...
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CE ! arrow , BAITOW was the space , Load , kad rang out the bugle ' s brays ,
Oriana . Oh ! deathful stabs were dealt apace , The battle deepen d in its place ,
Oriana ; But I was down upon my face , Oriana . They should have stabb ' d me ...
CE ! arrow , BAITOW was the space , Load , kad rang out the bugle ' s brays ,
Oriana . Oh ! deathful stabs were dealt apace , The battle deepen d in its place ,
Oriana ; But I was down upon my face , Oriana . They should have stabb ' d me ...
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Oh ! breaking heart that will not break , Oriana ; Oh ! pale , pale face so sweet and
meek , Oriana . Thou smilest , but thou dost not speak , And then the tears run
down my cheek , Oriana : What wantest thou ? whom dost thou seek , Oriana ?
Oh ! breaking heart that will not break , Oriana ; Oh ! pale , pale face so sweet and
meek , Oriana . Thou smilest , but thou dost not speak , And then the tears run
down my cheek , Oriana : What wantest thou ? whom dost thou seek , Oriana ?
Page 66
Oriana ! Oh happy thou that liest low , Oriana ! All night the silence seems to flow
Beside me in my utter woe , Oriana . A weary , weary way I go , Oriana . When
Norland winds pipe down the sea , Oriana , I walk , I dare not think of thee ,
Oriana .
Oriana ! Oh happy thou that liest low , Oriana ! All night the silence seems to flow
Beside me in my utter woe , Oriana . A weary , weary way I go , Oriana . When
Norland winds pipe down the sea , Oriana , I walk , I dare not think of thee ,
Oriana .
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Page 70 - 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...
Page 155 - A land of streams ! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go ; And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below. They saw the gleaming river seaward flow From the inner land : far off, three mountain-tops, Three silent pinnacles of aged snow, Stood sunset-flush'd : and, dew'd with showery drops, Up-clomb the shadowy pine above the woven copse. The charmed sunset linger'd low adown In the red West : thro...
Page 66 - 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...
Page 160 - All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil ? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave ? All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence, ripen, fall and cease : Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease ! 5.
Page 84 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
Page 10 - WHEN cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground, And the far-off stream is dumb, And the whirring sail goes round, And the whirring sail goes round ; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits.
Page 65 - She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces thro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide ; The mirror crack'd from side to side ; ' The curse is come upon me,
Page 89 - I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race. Iron-jointed, supple-sinew'd, they shall dive, and they shall run, Catch the wild goat by the hair, and hurl their lances in the sun; Whistle back the parrot's call, and leap the rainbows of the brooks, Not with blinded eyesight poring over miserable books — Fool, again the dream, the fancy!
Page 191 - But though his eyes are waxing dim, And though his foes speak ill of him, He was a friend to me. Old year, you shall not die ; We did so laugh and cry with you, I've half a mind to die with you, Old year, if you must die.
Page 156 - And thro' the mountain-walls A rolling organ-harmony Swells up, and shakes and falls. Then move the trees, the copses nod, Wings flutter, voices hover clear : " O just and faithful knight of God ! Ride on ! the prize is near.
Bibliographic information
| Title | Poems Poems, Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) |
| Author | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) |
| Edition | 3 |
| Published | 1845 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 25 Sep 2006 |
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