The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, Volumen4G. Routledge, 1905 |
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... King Arthur and the Queen in the abbey , and the picture of the Queen when he had left her after that re- markable speech in which he tenders her his full forgiveness as she grovels at his feet . It is night , and not a little of the ...
... King Arthur and the Queen in the abbey , and the picture of the Queen when he had left her after that re- markable speech in which he tenders her his full forgiveness as she grovels at his feet . It is night , and not a little of the ...
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Then she stretched out her arms and cried aloud , ' Oh Arthur ! ' there her voice brake suddenly , Then - as a stream ... King I love him tho ' so late ? Now - ere he goes to the great Battle ? -None : Myself must tell him in that purer ...
Then she stretched out her arms and cried aloud , ' Oh Arthur ! ' there her voice brake suddenly , Then - as a stream ... King I love him tho ' so late ? Now - ere he goes to the great Battle ? -None : Myself must tell him in that purer ...
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... King " --both celebrate what is to him a great personality , knight - like , but at once near and familiar and far - withdrawn , transfigured . As King Arthur was larger than human on the frozen hills , so of Arthur of the " In Memoriam ...
... King " --both celebrate what is to him a great personality , knight - like , but at once near and familiar and far - withdrawn , transfigured . As King Arthur was larger than human on the frozen hills , so of Arthur of the " In Memoriam ...
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... King Arthur was first apprehended and presented in his passing ; and this circumstance determined of necessity the idyllic rather than dramatic or tragic character of the whole cycle . They are idyllic , in keeping with the final scene ...
... King Arthur was first apprehended and presented in his passing ; and this circumstance determined of necessity the idyllic rather than dramatic or tragic character of the whole cycle . They are idyllic , in keeping with the final scene ...
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... King Arthur's table , man by man , Had fall'n in Lyonnesse about their Lord , King Arthur : then , because his wound was deep , The bold Sir Bedivere uplifted him , Sir Bedivere , the last of all his knights , And bore him to a chapel ...
... King Arthur's table , man by man , Had fall'n in Lyonnesse about their Lord , King Arthur : then , because his wound was deep , The bold Sir Bedivere uplifted him , Sir Bedivere , the last of all his knights , And bore him to a chapel ...
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Alfred Tennyson Arthur Hallam ARTHUR HENRY HALLAM beauty beneath bird bliss blow born breath bright brother brow Camelot Charles Tennyson Charles Tennyson Turner child clouds dark dawn dead death deep dreams ears earth echoes eyes face fair fancy fear feel flowers Frederick Tennyson glory golden hand hath hear heard heart heaven hope idyllic John Sterling King King Arthur Lady of Shalott land leave light live look Lord Tennyson lyrical maiden mind moon morn never night noble o'er pale poems poet poetic poetry rest Robert Browning round seem'd seems shadows shore silent Sir Bedivere song sonnet sorrow soul spake spirit stars stood stream sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS GORDON HAKE thou art thought thro unto verse voice volume wave weary wild William Bell Scott wind wings words youth
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Página 148 - Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : 281 It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides ; and tho...
Página 148 - There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads — you...
Página 106 - He cometh not,' she said; She said, 'I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!
Página 121 - COURAGE !" 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. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.
Página 139 - For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Página 126 - We have had enough of action, and of motion we, Roll'd to starboard, roll'd to larboard, when the surge was seething free. Where the wallowing monster spouted his foam-fountains in the sea. Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind, In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind.
Página 76 - 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.
Página 154 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Página 154 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon...
Página 116 - By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.