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Alfred Tennyson alteration beautiful beneath blow breath bright brow Camelot CEnone cheek cloud dark Dear mother Ida death deep Dora dream Dying Swan earth edition Edward Moxon Edwin Morris Excalibur eyes fair fall floating flowers folds gleaming golden green Guinevere happy harken hath hear heard hearken ere heart Heaven hills Idyll King King Arthur kiss Lady of Shalott land light lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Lucretius mind moon morn never night o'er Oriana Palace of Art poem poet printed in 1830 published in 1842 Queen rose round scorn seem'd shadow Simeon Stylites sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile Somersby song Sonnet soul spake 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
Side 192 - 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.
Side 45 - 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.
Side 43 - PART II. THERE she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. And moving thro' a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear.
Side 189 - The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks : The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Side 98 - 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.
Side 106 - Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below. They saw the gleaming river seaward flow From the inner land : far off, three mountain-tops, Three silent pinnacles of aged snow, Stood sunset-flush'd : and, dew'd with showery drops, Up-clomb the shadowy pine above the woven copse. The charmed sunset linger'd low a/down In the red West : thro...
Side 195 - Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new: That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do...
Side 105 - In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon. 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.
Side 196 - 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.