The Poems of Alred Tennyson, 1830-1863 |
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Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
arms beauty beneath blood blow born break breath child close cloud cold comes dark dead dear death deep dream earth eyes face fair fall fear fire flower golden grave green grow half hall hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hills hold hollow hope hour keep King kiss knew Lady Lancelot land leave light lips live look lord mind moon morn mother move never night o'er once Oriana pass past Queen rest rise rose round seem'd shadow side sing sleep smile song soul sound speak spirit star stood stream summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro till true voice wave wild wind
Populiarios ištraukos
177 psl. - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil...
178 psl. - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
257 psl. - 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," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
178 psl. - In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have...
288 psl. - but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries ' a thousand types are gone : I care for nothing, all shall go. Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more.
258 psl. - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust : Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die ; And thou hast made him : thou art just.
185 psl. - 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.
134 psl. - Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere: "The sequel of to-day unsolders all The goodliest fellowship of famous knights Whereof this world holds record. Such a sleep They sleep the men I loved. I think that we Shall never more, at any future time, Delight our souls with talk of knightly deeds. Walking about the gardens and the halls Of Camelot, as in the days that were. I perish by this people which I made, Tho' Merlin sware that I should come again To rule once more; but, let what will be,...
213 psl. - 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.
177 psl. - Myself not least, but honor'd of them all; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Bibliografinė informacija
| Pavadinimas | The Poems of Alred Tennyson, 1830-1863 Everyman's library |
| Autorius | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson |
| Leidėjas | Dent, 1906 |
| Originalas iš | Harvardo universitetas |
| Pakeista skaitmenine forma | 22 kovo 2006 |
| Ilgis | 601 psl. |
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