Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere (Alfred Lord 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 ...
Then, lady, at last thou art sick of my sighing. Good-bye!So ...
I've never been to Thessaly, and Ida's vales may never seeWhere gods have doffed divinity for wanton love and play;But ...
I STARTED on a lonely road.A few companions with me went.Some fell behind, some forward strode,But all on one high ...
"ROUGH pasture where the blackberries grow!- It bears upon its churlish face No sign of beauty, art, or ...
IF Poesy thou dost love, and seek to guessThe shadowy coverts where her footsteps roam,Easy they seem and common; yet ...
White haze glimmered on the hills, The vales were parched and dry, And glaringly the burning sun Coursed in the ...
When Christmas comes, what pleasures spring From drooping hearts on happy wing, Like joyous birds that soaring rise ...
Is it this sky's vast vault or ocean's soundThat is Life's self and draws my life from me,And by instinct ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Unto one who lies at rest 'Neath the sunset, in the West, Clover-blossoms on her breast. Lover of each gracious ...
Give me, O indulgent Fate! Give me yet before I die A sweet, but absolute retreat, 'Mongst paths so lost ...
We will make our meek adjustments, Contented with such random consolations As the wind deposits In slithered and too ample ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
Koening knew now there was no one on the river. Entering its brown mouth choking with lilies and curtained with ...
LIKE souls that balance joy and pain, With tears and smiles from heaven again The maiden Spring upon the plain ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
When half the drowsy world's a-bed And misty morning rises red, With jollity of horn and lusty cheer, Young Nimrod ...
I. O Age that half believ'st thou half believ'st, Half doubt'st the substance of thine own half doubt, And, half ...
If haply thou, O Desdemona Morn, Shouldst call along the curving sphere, "Remain, Dear Night, sweet Moor; nay, leave me ...
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