Poems Published in 1842: With an Introduction & NotesClarendon Press, 1914 - 432 pages |
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Aeneid Antony and Cleopatra beauty beneath blow breast breath brow Camelot cheek cloud dark daughter dawn dead Dear mother Ida death deep divine Dora dream Dying Swan earth Enone Excalibur eyes face Faerie Queene fair fall flowers folded garden gleaming golden Guinevere hand happy harken ere hath hear heard heart Heaven Heroides hills hour Iliad King Arthur kiss kiss'd Lady of Shalott land light lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Lotos-Eaters Mariana Memoir Memoriam mind moon morn never night o'er Oriana palace Palace of Art Paradise Lost poem poet Queen rose round scorn seem'd shadow sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile Somersby song soul sound spake speak spirit stanzas stars stood summer sweet tears Tennyson thee Theocritus thine things thought thro tree turn'd unto Vere de Vere voice wild wind words yonder
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Page 158 - I have lived my life, and that which I have done May He within himself make pure! but thou, 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.
Page 51 - Tirra lirra,' by the river Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces thro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot.
Page 158 - 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 206 - The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks ; The long day wanes ; the slow moon climbs ; the deep Moans round with many voices.
Page 112 - And their warm tears : but all hath suffer'd change : For surely now our household hearths are cold : Our sons inherit us : our looks are strange : And we should come like ghosts to trouble joy. Or else the island princes over-bold Have eat our substance, and the minstrel sings Before them of the ten years' war in Troy, And our great deeds, as half-forgotten things.
Page 215 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales ; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
Page 154 - King Arthur's sword, Excalibur, Wrought by the lonely maiden of the Lake. Nine years she wrought it, sitting in the deeps Upon the hidden bases of the hills.
Page 287 - O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still...
Page 207 - Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
Page 107 - he said, and pointed toward the land, ' This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.' In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon.