Guinevere (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. I said, "O Soul, make merry ...
'Te somnia nostra reducunt.' OVID. And ask ye why these sad tears stream? Why these wan eyes are dim with ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat In hall ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
So was their sanctuary violated, So their fair college turned to hospital; At first with all confusion: by and by ...
LIKE souls that balance joy and pain, With tears and smiles from heaven again The maiden Spring upon the plain ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
Move eastward, happy earth, and leave Yon orange sunset waning slow: From fringes of the faded eve, O, happy planet, ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, ...
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the ...
O living will that shalt endure When all that seems shall suffer shock, Rise in the spiritual rock, Flow thro' ...
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the ...
COME down, O maid, from yonder mountain height: What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang), In height and cold, ...
How fares it with the happy dead? For here the man is more and more; But he forgets the days ...
I. And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne? Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he ...
Is it, then, regret for buried time That keenlier in sweet April wakes, And meets the year, and gives and ...
Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height: What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang) In height and cold, ...
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot In that first war, and had his realm restored But rendered ...
Roman Virgil, thou that singest Ilion's lofty temples robed in fire, Ilion falling, Rome arising, wars, and filial faith, and ...
My dream had never died or lived again. As in some mystic middle state I lay; Seeing I saw not, ...
I Who would be A merman bold, Sitting alone Singing alone Under the sea, With a crown of gold, On ...
Once more the gate behind me falls; Once more before my face I see the moulder'd Abbey-walls, That stand within ...
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
MY father left a park to me, But it is wild and barren, A garden too with scarce a tree, ...
So all day long the noise of battle roll'd Among the mountains by the winter sea; Until King Arthur's table, ...
So closed our tale, of which I give you all The random scheme as wildly as it rose: The words ...
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