Selections from Tennyson: With Introduction and NotesMacmillan and Company, 1890 - 154 pages |
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... rose - hued zone ; 140 The sweetest lady of the time , Well worthy of the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . Six columns , three on either side , Pure silver , underpropt a rich Throne of the massive ore , from which Down - droop'd ...
... rose - hued zone ; 140 The sweetest lady of the time , Well worthy of the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . Six columns , three on either side , Pure silver , underpropt a rich Throne of the massive ore , from which Down - droop'd ...
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... rose , and round her neck Floated her hair or seem'd to float in rest . She , leaning on a fragment twined with vine , Sang to the stillness , till the mountain - shade Sloped downward to her seat from the upper cliff . ' O mother Ida ...
... rose , and round her neck Floated her hair or seem'd to float in rest . She , leaning on a fragment twined with vine , Sang to the stillness , till the mountain - shade Sloped downward to her seat from the upper cliff . ' O mother Ida ...
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... Rose feud , with question unto whom ' twere due : But light - foot Iris brought it yester - eve , Delivering , that to me , by common voice Elected umpire , Herè comes to - day , Pallas and Aphroditè , claiming each This meed of fairest ...
... Rose feud , with question unto whom ' twere due : But light - foot Iris brought it yester - eve , Delivering , that to me , by common voice Elected umpire , Herè comes to - day , Pallas and Aphroditè , claiming each This meed of fairest ...
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... roses on the grass , Or night - dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite , in a gleaming pass ; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies , Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes ; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the ...
... roses on the grass , Or night - dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite , in a gleaming pass ; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies , Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes ; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the ...
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... Rose up from out the bosom of the lake , Clothed in white samite , mystic , wonderful , Holding the sword — and how I rowed across And took it , and have worn it , like a king : And , wheresoever I am sung or told In aftertime , this ...
... Rose up from out the bosom of the lake , Clothed in white samite , mystic , wonderful , Holding the sword — and how I rowed across And took it , and have worn it , like a king : And , wheresoever I am sung or told In aftertime , this ...
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Aphroditè arms battle beauty breath bright brows called Camelot child cloud colour crown dark dawn dead Dear mother Ida death deep Dora Dream of Fair Duke earth Elphinstone College English Enone Excalibur eyes fall fight flowers foam Gods gold golden prime Greek Guinevere harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart heaven Herè hills Holy Grail Homer honour Idyll Iliad INTRODUCTION island Joseph of Arimathea King Arthur Lady of Shalott Lancelot land light look'd Lord Lotos-eaters maiden Mary Milton moon Morgan le Fay morning Morte d'Arthur never night o'er Paris poem poet Presidency College preterite Queen Revenge river rose Round Table shadow Shaks ship Sir Bedivere Sir Galahad Sir Richard sleep song sound spirit star sweet sword tears Tennyson thee Theocritus thine things thou thro Tithonus Troy Ulysses voice wave Wellington wind words wounded
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Page 41 - Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Page 49 - Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down; It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Page xiii - Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
Page 40 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
Page 22 - Lo! sweeten'd with the summer light, The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night. All its allotted length of days, The flower ripens in its place, Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil, Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil.
Page 35 - Merlin sware that I should come again To rule once more - but let what will be, be, I am so deeply smitten thro' the helm That without help I cannot last till morn. Thou therefore take my brand Excalibur, Which was my pride: for thou rememberest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Rose up from out the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword - and...
Page 20 - Full-faced above the valley stood the moon; And like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. 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.
Page 41 - Ah ! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go ? Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes ? For now I see the true old times are dead, When every morning brought a noble chance, And every chance brought out a noble knight. Such times have been not since the light that led The holy Elders with the gift of myrrh.
Page 37 - Then went Sir Bedivere the second time Across the ridge, and paced beside the mere, Counting the dewy pebbles, fix'd in thought; But when he saw the wonder of the hilt, How curiously and strangely chased, he smote His palms together, and he cried aloud: 'And if indeed I cast the brand away, Surely a precious thing, one worthy note, Should thus be lost for ever from the earth, Which might have pleased the eyes of many men.
Page 71 - Revenge with a swarthier alien crew, And away she sail'd with her loss and long'd for her own ; When a wind from the lands they had ruin'd awoke from sleep, And the water began to heave and the weather to moan, And or ever that evening ended a great gale blew, And a wave like the wave that is raised by an earthquake grew, Till it smote on their hulls and their sails and their masts and their flags, And the whole sea plunged and fell on the shot-shatter'd navy of Spain, And the little Revenge herself...