The Miller’s Daughter (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
It is the miller's daughter, And she is grown so dear, so dear, That I would be the jewel That ...
It is the miller's daughter, And she is grown so dear, so dear, That I would be the jewel That ...
O Sorrow, cruel fellowship, O Priestess in the vaults of Death, O sweet and bitter in a breath, What whispers ...
'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 ...
Leodogran, the King of Cameliard, Had one fair daughter, and none other child; And she was the fairest of all ...
Contemplate all this work of Time, The giant labouring in his youth; Nor dream of human love and truth, As ...
So all day long the noise of battle roll'd Among the mountains by the winter sea; Until King Arthur's table, ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
Old warder of these buried bones, And answering now my random stroke With fruitful cloud and living smoke, Dark yew, ...
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills ...
Where Claribel low-lieth The breezes pause and die, Letting the rose-leaves fall: But the solemn oak-tree sigheth, Thick-leaved, ambrosial, With ...
Dedication These to His Memory--since he held them dear, Perchance as finding there unconsciously Some image of himself--I dedicate, I ...
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 ...
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. I said, "O Soul, make merry ...
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 ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
Where Claribel low-lieth The breezes pause and die, Letting the rose-leaves fall: But the solemn oak-tree sigheth, Thick-leaved, ambrosial, With ...
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains,- Are not these, O Soul, the Vision ...
Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing Under my eye; Warmly and broadly the south winds are blowing Over ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To ...
While about the shore of Mona those Neronian legionaries Burnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and ...
Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun And ready, thou, to die with him, Thou watchest all things ever dim And ...
I. And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne? Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he ...
I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half ...
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