Favorite PoemsJames R. Osgood, 1877 - 96 pages |
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Page 46
... sleeps in the central deeps Would slowly trail himself sevenfold Round the hall where I sate , and look in at the gate With his large calm eyes for the love of me . And all the mermen under the sea Would feel their immortality Die in ...
... sleeps in the central deeps Would slowly trail himself sevenfold Round the hall where I sate , and look in at the gate With his large calm eyes for the love of me . And all the mermen under the sea Would feel their immortality Die in ...
Page 60
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
Page 73
... sleeping ; and I said , " It's not for them ; it's mine . " And if it comes three times , I thought , I take it for a sign . And once again it came , and close beside the window - bars , Then seemed to go right up to heaven and die ...
... sleeping ; and I said , " It's not for them ; it's mine . " And if it comes three times , I thought , I take it for a sign . And once again it came , and close beside the window - bars , Then seemed to go right up to heaven and die ...
Page 77
... sleep and wake and sleep , but all things move ; The Sun flies forward to his brother Sun ; The dark Earth follows wheeled in her ellipse : And human things returning on themselves Move onward , leading up the golden year . Ah , though ...
... sleep and wake and sleep , but all things move ; The Sun flies forward to his brother Sun ; The dark Earth follows wheeled in her ellipse : And human things returning on themselves Move onward , leading up the golden year . Ah , though ...
Page 83
... sleeping wings they sail . Ah , blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal bars , As down dark tides the glory slides , And star - like mingles with the stars . When on my goodly charger borne Thro ' dreaming towns I go ...
... sleeping wings they sail . Ah , blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal bars , As down dark tides the glory slides , And star - like mingles with the stars . When on my goodly charger borne Thro ' dreaming towns I go ...
Common terms and phrases
ALFRED TENNYSON beggar maid blessed break brimming river bugle call me early Claribel low-lieth comb Cophetua dark dying Earl was fair echoes Effie fall Farringford Edition flow To join flowers Forever and forever garden glad New-year go on forever golden hand happy hear heart heaven holy Grail HOME THEY BROUGHT Illustrated join the brimming kiss Lady Clara Vere Lady of Shalott Lancelot land last New-year late LAUNCELOT AND QUEEN Let me fly light little birdie little grave Low adown Maud mermen midnight the moon Milking the cow moon cometh mother dear night QUEEN GUINEVERE Ring rivulet Robin rode rose shines silent night SIR LAUNCELOT snowdrop snowy SONG soul stept Swallow sweet sweeter tears thee my steps There's thou thro To-morrow ill tower'd Camelot turn thy wheel turret and tree valley Vere de Vere wild bells wild wheel wind ye cannot enter yon rich sky
Popular passages
Page 20 - 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.
Page 19 - 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.
Page 16 - 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...
Page 90 - 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.
Page 12 - 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.
Page 30 - 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.
Page 27 - 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.
Page 65 - 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.
Page 39 - 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 27 - 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.