The Last Tournament (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
O living will that shalt endure When all that seems shall suffer shock, Rise in the spiritual rock, Flow thro' ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, ...
1. Is it the wind of the dawn that I hear in the pine overhead? 2. No; but the voice ...
One writes, that "Other friends remain," That "Loss is common to the race"-- And common is the commonplace, And vacant ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the ...
Oh, yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final end of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
IN her ear he whispers gaily, 'If my heart by signs can tell, Maiden, I have watch'd thee daily, And ...
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here ...
Life and Thought have gone away Side by side, Leaving door and windows wide. Careless tenants they! All within is ...
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. I said, "O Soul, make merry ...
O living will that shalt endure When all that seems shall suffer shock, Rise in the spiritual rock, Flow thro' ...
Live thy life, Young and old, Like yon oak, Bright in spring, Living gold; Summer-rich Then; and then Autumn-changed, Soberer ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
WHEN the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free In the silken sail of infancy, The tide of time flow'd ...
Contemplate all this work of Time, The giant labouring in his youth; Nor dream of human love and truth, As ...
Faint as a climate-changing bird that flies All night across the darkness, and at dawn Falls on the threshold of ...
Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used ...
The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
O loyal to the royal in thyself, And loyal to thy land, as this to thee-- Bear witness, that rememberable ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
THE groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould, Fair Spring slides hither o'er the Southern sea, Wavers on her thin ...
My dream had never died or lived again. As in some mystic middle state I lay; Seeing I saw not, ...
I. And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne? Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
'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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