Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
LIKE souls that balance joy and pain, With tears and smiles from heaven again The maiden Spring upon the plain ...
LIKE souls that balance joy and pain, With tears and smiles from heaven again The maiden Spring upon the plain ...
So closed our tale, of which I give you all The random scheme as wildly as it rose: The words ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
So was their sanctuary violated, So their fair college turned to hospital; At first with all confusion: by and by ...
Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. ...
How thought you that this thing could captivate? What are those graces that could make her dear, Who is not ...
Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western ...
Deep on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon: My breath to heaven like vapour goes; May my ...
While about the shore of Mona those Neronian legionaries Burnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and ...
Calm is the morn without a sound, Calm as to suit a calmer grief, And only thro' the faded leaf ...
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud; Turn thy wild wheel thro' sunshine, storm, and cloud; Thy wheel ...
Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun And ready, thou, to die with him, Thou watchest all things ever dim And ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
I Who would be A mermaid fair, Singing alone, Combing her hair Under the sea, In a golden curl With ...
A city clerk, but gently born and bred; His wife, an unknown artist's orphan child-- One babe was theirs, a ...
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
Oh, yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final end of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of ...
I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half ...
Love is and was my Lord and King, And in his presence I attend To hear the tidings of my ...
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. I said, "O Soul, make merry ...
Fair is her cottage in its place, Where yon broad water sweetly slowly glides. It sees itself from thatch to ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here ...
At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay, And a pinnace, like a fluttered bird, came flying from far ...
It is the miller's daughter, And she is grown so dear, so dear, That I would be the jewel That ...
I wage not any feud with Death For changes wrought on form and face; No lower life that earth's embrace ...
Move eastward, happy earth, and leave Yon orange sunset waning slow: From fringes of the faded eve, O, happy planet, ...
O Sorrow, cruel fellowship, O Priestess in the vaults of Death, O sweet and bitter in a breath, What whispers ...
O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South, Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves, And tell her, tell her, ...
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