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... heard her speak ; She scared him ; life ! he never saw the like ; She look'd as grand as doomsday and as grave : And he , he reverenced his liege - lady there ; He always made a point to post with mares ; His daughter and his housemaid ...
... heard her speak ; She scared him ; life ! he never saw the like ; She look'd as grand as doomsday and as grave : And he , he reverenced his liege - lady there ; He always made a point to post with mares ; His daughter and his housemaid ...
Side 39
... heard the Lady Psyche . " I struck in : " Albeit so mask'd , Madam , I love the truth ; Receive it ; and in me behold the Prince Your countryman , affianced years ago To the Lady Ida : here , for here she was , And thus ( what other way ...
... heard the Lady Psyche . " I struck in : " Albeit so mask'd , Madam , I love the truth ; Receive it ; and in me behold the Prince Your countryman , affianced years ago To the Lady Ida : here , for here she was , And thus ( what other way ...
Side 44
... heard us ? " and Melissa , " O pardon me I heard , I could not help it , did 44 THE PRINCESS ;
... heard us ? " and Melissa , " O pardon me I heard , I could not help it , did 44 THE PRINCESS ;
Side 45
Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) I heard , I could not help it , did not wish : But , dearest Lady , pray you fear me not , Nor think I bear that heart within my breast , To give three gallant gentlemen to death . " " I trust you " said the ...
Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) I heard , I could not help it , did not wish : But , dearest Lady , pray you fear me not , Nor think I bear that heart within my breast , To give three gallant gentlemen to death . " " I trust you " said the ...
Side 46
... heard The grave Professor . On the lecture slate The circle rounded under female hands With flawless demonstration : follow'd then A classic lecture , rich in sentiment , With scraps of thundrous Epic lilted out By violet - 46 THE PRINCESS ...
... heard The grave Professor . On the lecture slate The circle rounded under female hands With flawless demonstration : follow'd then A classic lecture , rich in sentiment , With scraps of thundrous Epic lilted out By violet - 46 THE PRINCESS ...
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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.