Poetical Works, כרך 1Ticknor and Fields, 1861 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 13
עמוד
... Locksley Hall Godiva . The Two Voices . 88 86 90 96 108 110 111 112 115 116 19 117 120 123 124 132 140 144 147 150 156 157 158 163 164 165 165 166 177 18C 182 184 196 199 The Day - Dream : - Prologue .. 214 The Sleeping Palace . 215 The ...
... Locksley Hall Godiva . The Two Voices . 88 86 90 96 108 110 111 112 115 116 19 117 120 123 124 132 140 144 147 150 156 157 158 163 164 165 165 166 177 18C 182 184 196 199 The Day - Dream : - Prologue .. 214 The Sleeping Palace . 215 The ...
עמוד 184
... LOCKSLEY HALL . COMRADES , leave me here a little , while as yet ' tis early morn : Leave me here , and when you want me , sound upon the bugle - horn ... Hall , that in the distance overlooks the sandy 184 LOCKSLEY HALL . Locksley Hall.
... LOCKSLEY HALL . COMRADES , leave me here a little , while as yet ' tis early morn : Leave me here , and when you want me , sound upon the bugle - horn ... Hall , that in the distance overlooks the sandy 184 LOCKSLEY HALL . Locksley Hall.
עמוד 185
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Locksley Hall , that in the distance overlooks the sandy tracts , And the hollow ocean - ridges roaring into cataracts . Many a night from yonder ivied casement , ere I went to rest ... LOCKSLEY HALL . 185.
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Locksley Hall , that in the distance overlooks the sandy tracts , And the hollow ocean - ridges roaring into cataracts . Many a night from yonder ivied casement , ere I went to rest ... LOCKSLEY HALL . 185.
עמוד 187
... a little dearer than his horse . What is this ? his eyes are heavy : think not they are glazed with wine . Go to him : it is thy duty : kiss him : take his hand in thine . It may be my lord is wrought : weary , LOCKSLEY HALL . 187.
... a little dearer than his horse . What is this ? his eyes are heavy : think not they are glazed with wine . Go to him : it is thy duty : kiss him : take his hand in thine . It may be my lord is wrought : weary , LOCKSLEY HALL . 187.
עמוד 188
... at the root . Never , though my mortal summers to such length of years should come . As the many - wintered crow that leads the clanging rookery home . Where is comfort ? in division of the records of 188 LOCKSLEY HALL .
... at the root . Never , though my mortal summers to such length of years should come . As the many - wintered crow that leads the clanging rookery home . Where is comfort ? in division of the records of 188 LOCKSLEY HALL .
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מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
ALFRED TENNYSON answer arms beneath betwixt blazoned blow breast breath brows Camelot cataract cheek child cloud crown Cyril dark dead dear death deep dipt doors Dora dream dropt earth Edwin Morris Enone Excalibur eyes face fair fall Florian flowers flying folds forever hand happy harken ere hath head hear heard heart Heaven hollow hour king King Arthur kiss knew Lady of Shalott Lady Psyche land Let them rave light lips live Locksley Hall look Lord maid maiden moon morn mother Ida move murmur night o'er Oriana Princess Princess Ida Queen rode rolled rose round sang scorn seemed shadow shame SIMEON STYLITES Sir Bedivere sleep smile song soul sound spake speak spoke star stept stood summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought touch turned unto vext voice weary whisper wild wind woman words
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 341 - ... crimson petal, now the white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk ; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font : The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake : So...
עמוד 183 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea : I am become a name ; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but...
עמוד 130 - Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere, •' 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.
עמוד 127 - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere: '•I heard the ripple washing in the reeds, And the wild water lapping on the crag.
עמוד 93 - Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height; To hear each other's whisper'd speech; Eating the Lotos day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving lines of creamy spray; To lend our hearts and spirits wholly To the influence of mild-minded melancholy...
עמוד 226 - EVE. DEEP on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon : My breath to heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord : Make Thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year That in my bosom lies. As these white robes are...
עמוד 130 - If thou shouldst never see my face again, 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.
עמוד 182 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
עמוד 24 - THE poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars above ; Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love. He saw thro' life and death, thro' good and ill, He saw thro
עמוד 239 - He does not love me for my birth, Nor for my lands so broad and fair; He loves me for my own true worth, And that is well,