The Princess: A Medley: Home they Brought her Warrior Dead (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
Home they brought her warrior dead: She nor swoon'd nor utter'd cry: All her maidens, watching, said, "She must weep ...
Home they brought her warrior dead: She nor swoon'd nor utter'd cry: All her maidens, watching, said, "She must weep ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
I. And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne? Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he ...
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat In hall ...
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot In that first war, and had his realm restored But rendered ...
Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day Gave his broad lawns until the set of sun Up to the people: ...
Home they brought her warrior dead: She nor swooned, nor uttered cry: All her maidens, watching, said, 'She must weep ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land, "This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In the afternoon they ...
IN her ear he whispers gaily, 'If my heart by signs can tell, Maiden, I have watch'd thee daily, And ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
With one black shadow at its feet, The house thro' all the level shines, Close-latticed to the brooding heat, And ...
Once more the gate behind me falls; Once more before my face I see the moulder'd Abbey-walls, That stand within ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
One writes, that "Other friends remain," That "Loss is common to the race"-- And common is the commonplace, And vacant ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
THE groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould, Fair Spring slides hither o'er the Southern sea, Wavers on her thin ...
'The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd, and not a room For love or money. Let us picnic there At Audley ...
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