The Works of Alfred Tennyson ...: Miscellaneous poems

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Página 59 - 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.
Página 44 - AND on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old...
Página 185 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
Página 133 - That he shouts with his sister at play ! 0 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...
Página 80 - He does not love me for my birth, Nor for my lands so broad and fair; He loves me for my own true worth, And that is well,
Página 108 - HE clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Página 139 - ENOCH ARDEN AND OTHER POEMS. ENOCH ARDEN. ONG lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm ; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands ; Beyond, red roofs about a narrow wharf In cluster ; then a moulder'd church ; and higher A long street climbs to one tall-tower'd mill ; And high in heaven behind it a gray down With Danish barrows ; and a hazelwood, By autumn nutters haunted, flourishes Green in a cuplike hollow of the down.
Página 42 - A TOUCH, a kiss ! the charm was snapt. There rose a noise of striking clocks, And feet that ran, and doors that clapt, And barking dogs, and crowing cocks ; A fuller light illumined all, A breeze thro' all the garden swept, A sudden hubbub shook the hall, And sixty feet the fountain leapt.
Página 46 - So, Lady Flora, take my lay, And if you find no moral there, Go, look in any glass and say, What moral is in being fair.
Página 1 - Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears, And make me tremble lest a saying learnt, In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true? 'The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.

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