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Alfred Tennyson alteration Arthur Hallam beautiful beneath blow breath bright brow Camelot cheek cloud dark daughter Dear mother Ida death deep Dora dream earth edition Edward Moxon Edwin Morris Enone Excalibur eyes fair fall fear floating flowers folds gleaming green hand happy harken hath hear heard hearken ere heart Heaven hills King King Arthur kiss Lady of Shalott land light lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord mind moon morn never night o'er Oriana Palace of Art poem poet printed in 1830 published in 1842 Queen Rosalind rose round scorn seem'd shadow Simeon Stylites sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile Somersby song Sonnet soul spirit stanza stars stood stream sweet tears thee Theocritus thine things thou art thought thro turn'd unto Vere voice wave weary weep whither wild wind
Page 200 - Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Page 199 - In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast ; In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest ; In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove ; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Page 196 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades 10 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 honour'd of them all ; And drunk delight of battle with my peers.
Page 203 - Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new: That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do...
Page 207 - I, to herd with narrow foreheads, vacant of our glorious gains, Like a beast with lower pleasures, like a beast with lower pains! Mated with a squalid savage - what to me were sun or clime? I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time I that rather held it better men should perish one by one.
Page 239 - My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Page 103 - ill be the happiest time of all the glad New-year: To-morrow 'ill be of all the year the maddest merriest day, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o
Page 204 - With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunder-storm ; Till the war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battleflags were furl'd In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.
Page 223 - Moreover, something is or seems, That touches me with mystic gleams, Like glimpses of forgotten dreams — 'Of something felt, like something here; Of something done, I know not where; Such as no language may declare.
Page 150 - So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the meer the wailing died away.