Poems, 第 1 卷Edward Moxon, 1842 - 231 頁 |
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... morn or eventide . After the flitting of the bats , When thickest dark did trance the sky , She drew her casement - curtain by , And glanced athwart the glooming flats . She only said " The night is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ...
... morn or eventide . After the flitting of the bats , When thickest dark did trance the sky , She drew her casement - curtain by , And glanced athwart the glooming flats . She only said " The night is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Till cold winds woke the gray - eyed morn About the lonely moated grange . She only said , " The day is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ; She said , " I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Till cold winds woke the gray - eyed morn About the lonely moated grange . She only said , " The day is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ; She said , " I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ...
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... morn Roof not a glance so keen as thine : If aught of prophecy be mine , Thou wilt not live in vain . Low - cowering shall the Sophist sit ; Falsehood shall bare her plaited brow : Fair - fronted Truth shall droop not now With shrilling ...
... morn Roof not a glance so keen as thine : If aught of prophecy be mine , Thou wilt not live in vain . Low - cowering shall the Sophist sit ; Falsehood shall bare her plaited brow : Fair - fronted Truth shall droop not now With shrilling ...
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... morn , Adown the Tigris I was borne , By Bagdat's shrines of fretted gold , High - walled gardens green and old ; True Mussulman was I and sworn , For it was in the golden prime , Of good Haroun Alraschid : RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN ...
... morn , Adown the Tigris I was borne , By Bagdat's shrines of fretted gold , High - walled gardens green and old ; True Mussulman was I and sworn , For it was in the golden prime , Of good Haroun Alraschid : RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN ...
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... dewy dawn of memory . II . Come not as thou camest of late , Flinging the gloom of yesternight On the white day ; but robed in soften'd light Of orient state . Whilome thou camest with the morning mist , Even as ODE TO MEMORY.
... dewy dawn of memory . II . Come not as thou camest of late , Flinging the gloom of yesternight On the white day ; but robed in soften'd light Of orient state . Whilome thou camest with the morning mist , Even as ODE TO MEMORY.
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第 86 頁 - ... of Shalott. Under tower and balcony, By garden-wall and gallery, A gleaming shape she floated by, Dead-pale between the houses high, Silent into Camelot. Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and burgher, lord and dame, And round the prow they read her name, The Lady of Shalott.
第 158 頁 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
第 175 頁 - Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. 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.
第 182 頁 - Before them of the ten years' war in Troy, And our great deeds, as half-forgotten things. Is there confusion in the little isle? Let what is broken so remain. The Gods are hard to reconcile: 'Tis hard to settle order once again. There is confusion worse than death, Trouble on trouble, pain on pain, Long...
第 46 頁 - THE poet in a golden clime was born, W.ith golden stars above ; Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.
第 213 頁 - Tis nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we'll dearly rue for you : What is it we can do for you ? Speak out before you die. His face is growing sharp and thin. Alack ! our friend is gone. Close up his eyes : tie up his chin : Step from the corpse, and let him in That standeth there alone, And waiteth at the door. There's a new foot on the floor, my friend, And a new face at the door, my friend, A new face at the door.
第 183 頁 - We have had enough of action, and of motion we, Roll'd to starboard, roll'd to larboard, when the surge was seething free, Where the wallowing monster spouted his foamfountains in the sea. Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind, In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind.
第 162 頁 - The night-winds come and go, mother, upon the meadow-grass, And the happy stars above them seem to brighten as they pass ; There will not be a drop of rain the whole of the livelong day, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o
第 161 頁 - I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. Little Effie shall go with me to-morrow to the green, And you'll be there too, mother, to see me made the Queen ; For the shepherd lads on every side 'ill come from far away, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o
第 78 頁 - Camelot; And up and down the people go Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.