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Page 159
THE MAY QUEEN . You must wake and call me early , call me early , mother dear
; To - morrow ' ill be the happiest time of all the glad New year ; Of all the glad
New - year , mother , the maddest merriest day ; For I ' m to be Queen o ' the May
...
THE MAY QUEEN . You must wake and call me early , call me early , mother dear
; To - morrow ' ill be the happiest time of all the glad New year ; Of all the glad
New - year , mother , the maddest merriest day ; For I ' m to be Queen o ' the May
...
Page 160
I sleep so sound all night , mother , that I shall never wake , If you do not call me
loud when the day begins to break : But I must gather knots of flowers , and buds
and garlands gay , For I ' m to be Queen o ' the May , mother , I ' m to be Queen o
...
I sleep so sound all night , mother , that I shall never wake , If you do not call me
loud when the day begins to break : But I must gather knots of flowers , and buds
and garlands gay , For I ' m to be Queen o ' the May , mother , I ' m to be Queen o
...
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There ' s many a bolder lad ' ill woo me any summer day , And I ' m to be Queen o
' the May , mother , I ' m to be Queen o ' the May . VII . Little Effie shall go with me
to - morrow to the green , And you ' ll be there too , mother , to see me made ...
There ' s many a bolder lad ' ill woo me any summer day , And I ' m to be Queen o
' the May , mother , I ' m to be Queen o ' the May . VII . Little Effie shall go with me
to - morrow to the green , And you ' ll be there too , mother , to see me made ...
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And the wild marsh - marigold shines like fire in swamps and hollows gray , And I
' m to be Queen o ' the May , mother , I ' m to be Queen o ' the May . IX . The night
- winds come and go , mother , upon the meadowgrass , And the happy stars ...
And the wild marsh - marigold shines like fire in swamps and hollows gray , And I
' m to be Queen o ' the May , mother , I ' m to be Queen o ' the May . IX . The night
- winds come and go , mother , upon the meadowgrass , And the happy stars ...
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SIR LAUNCELOT AND QUEEN GUINEVERE . 207 Hush ' d all the groves from
fear of wrong : By grassy capes with fuller sound In curves the yellowing river ran
, And drooping chestnut - buds began To spread into the perfect fan , Above the ...
SIR LAUNCELOT AND QUEEN GUINEVERE . 207 Hush ' d all the groves from
fear of wrong : By grassy capes with fuller sound In curves the yellowing river ran
, And drooping chestnut - buds began To spread into the perfect fan , Above the ...
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Page 72 - 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 157 - 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 162 - 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 86 - 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 91 - 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 193 - 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 160 - 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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