Favorite PoemsJames R. Osgood, 1877 - 96 pages |
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... 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 . 2 " Break , break , break . " THE 30 FAVORITE POEMS . BREAK, BREAK, BREAK.
... 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 . 2 " Break , break , break . " THE 30 FAVORITE POEMS . BREAK, BREAK, BREAK.
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... sound of royal cheer ; And they cross'd themselves for fear , All the knights of Camelot : But Lancelot mused a little space ; He said , " She has a lovely face ; God in his mercy lend her grace , The Lady of Shalott . " 66 CLARIBEL . A ...
... sound of royal cheer ; And they cross'd themselves for fear , All the knights of Camelot : But Lancelot mused a little space ; He said , " She has a lovely face ; God in his mercy lend her grace , The Lady of Shalott . " 66 CLARIBEL . A ...
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... sound Over the throne In the midst of the hall ; Till that great sea - snake under the sea From his coiled sleeps in the central deeps Would slowly trail himself sevenfold Round the hall where I sate , and look in at the gate With his ...
... sound Over the throne In the midst of the hall ; Till that great sea - snake under the sea From his coiled sleeps in the central deeps Would slowly trail himself sevenfold Round the hall where I sate , and look in at the gate With his ...
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... 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 ...
... 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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... broken purpose waste in air : So waste not thou ; but come ; for all the vales Await thee ; azure pillars of the hearth Arise to thee ; the children call , and I Thy shepherd pipe , and sweet is every sound , 76 FAVORITE POEMS .
... broken purpose waste in air : So waste not thou ; but come ; for all the vales Await thee ; azure pillars of the hearth Arise to thee ; the children call , and I Thy shepherd pipe , and sweet is every sound , 76 FAVORITE POEMS .
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.