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... dead In iron gauntlets : break the council up . ' But when the council broke , I rose and past Thro ' the wild woods that hung about the town ; Found a still place , and pluck'd her likeness out ; Laid it on flowers , and watch'd it ...
... dead In iron gauntlets : break the council up . ' But when the council broke , I rose and past Thro ' the wild woods that hung about the town ; Found a still place , and pluck'd her likeness out ; Laid it on flowers , and watch'd it ...
Side 64
... dead self , nor shun to do it , Being other since we learnt our meaning here , To lift the woman's fall'n divinity Upon an even pedestal with man . " She paused , and added with a haughtier smile " And as to precontracts , we move , my ...
... dead self , nor shun to do it , Being other since we learnt our meaning here , To lift the woman's fall'n divinity Upon an even pedestal with man . " She paused , and added with a haughtier smile " And as to precontracts , we move , my ...
Side 78
... dead . So they blaspheme the muse ! But great is song Used to great ends : ourself have often tried Valkyrian hymns , or into rhythm have dash'd The passion of the prophetess ; for song Is duer unto freedom , force and growth Of spirit ...
... dead . So they blaspheme the muse ! But great is song Used to great ends : ourself have often tried Valkyrian hymns , or into rhythm have dash'd The passion of the prophetess ; for song Is duer unto freedom , force and growth Of spirit ...
Side 90
... dead hush the papers that she held Rustle at once the lost lamb at her feet Sent out a bitter bleating for its dam ; The plaintive cry jarr'd on her ire ; she crush'd The scrolls together , made a sudden turn As if to speak , but ...
... dead hush the papers that she held Rustle at once the lost lamb at her feet Sent out a bitter bleating for its dam ; The plaintive cry jarr'd on her ire ; she crush'd The scrolls together , made a sudden turn As if to speak , but ...
Side 95
... dead . She stretch'd her arms and call'd Across the tumult and the tumult fell . " What fear ye brawlers ? am not I your Head ? On me , me , me , the storm first breaks : I dare All these male thunderbolts : what is it ye fear ? Peace ...
... dead . She stretch'd her arms and call'd Across the tumult and the tumult fell . " What fear ye brawlers ? am not I your Head ? On me , me , me , the storm first breaks : I dare All these male thunderbolts : what is it ye fear ? Peace ...
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The Works of Alfred Tennyson: Idylls of the King Baron Alfred Tennyson Tennyson Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2015 |
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Annie answer'd Arac arms babe beän betwixt blow break brows call'd cataract Catullus Celt child cried Cyril dark dash'd dead dear dearest death dream dropt DUKE OF WELLINGTON eerd eyes face fair fall'n father fear fell fight fire flash'd Florian flower flying follow'd girl glory golden golden hour half hall hand happy head hear heard heart Heaven Hexameters honour ILIAD king knaws knew Lady Psyche land light Lilia live look'd lords ally maiden maids Melissa mixt morning mother moved munny night noble o'er Odin ourself palace peace Prince Princess Princess Ida proputty rode roll'd rolling rose round sang seem'd shadow shame silent song spake speak spoke star stept stood sweet talk'd tears thee thine things thou thought thro trumpet turn'd vext voice wild Willy Winter's tale woman
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Side 196 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. ' Forward the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns !
Side 197 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd ; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd ; Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Side 270 - FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower — but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
Side 160 - Now sleeps the 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 untD me.
Side 285 - O YOU chorus of indolent reviewers, Irresponsible, indolent reviewers, Look, I come to the test, a tiny poem All composed in a metre of Catullus, All in quantity, careful of my motion, Like the skater on ice that hardly bears him, Lest I fall unawares before the people, Waking laughter in indolent reviewers. Should I flounder awhile without a tumble Thro...
Side 179 - BURY the Great Duke With an empire's lamentation, Let us bury the Great Duke To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation, Mourning when their leaders fall, Warriors carry the warrior's pall, And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall.
Side 71 - 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, dyin£, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Side 33 - O lift your natures up: Embrace our aims : work out your freedom. Girls, Knowledge is now no more a fountain seal'd : Drink deep, until the habits of the slave. The sins of emptiness, gossip and spite And slander, die. Better not be at all Than not be noble.
Side 225 - ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaay? Proputty, proputty, proputty — that's what I 'ears 'em saay. Proputty, proputty, proputty — Sam, thou's an ass for thy paai'ns : Theer's moor sense i' one o' 'is legs nor in all thy braai'ns.
Side 265 - Glory of Virtue, to fight, to struggle, to right the wrong — Nay, but she aim'd not at glory, no lover of glory she : Give her the glory of going on, and still to be.