The Coming Of Arthur (Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems)
Leodogran, the King of Cameliard, Had one fair daughter, and none other child;And she was the fairest of all flesh ...
Leodogran, the King of Cameliard, Had one fair daughter, and none other child;And she was the fairest of all flesh ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when ...
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gapLeft by the Holy Quest; and as he satIn hall at old ...
Pellam the King, who held and lost with LotIn that first war, and had his realm restoredBut rendered tributary, failed ...
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, foundHer master cold; for when the morning flushOf passion and the first embrace had died Between ...
.Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
A city clerk, but gently born and bred;His wife, an unknown artist's orphan child—One babe was theirs, a Margaret, three ...
. "Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land, "This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In ...
Faint as a climate-changing bird that fliesAll night across the darkness, and at dawnFalls on the threshold of her native ...
I.And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne?Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he looks like ...
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, ...
With one black shadow at its feet, The house thro' all the level shines,Close-latticed to the brooding ...
'The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd, and not a roomFor love or money. Let us picnic thereAt Audley Court.' I ...
MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the ...
O that 'twere possible After long grief and pain To find the arms of my true love ...
So careful of the type? but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She ...
'And ask ye why these sad tears stream?''Te somnia nostra reducunt.'OVID.And ask ye why these sad tears stream? Why ...
The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains,-Are not these, O Soul, the Vision of ...
Of old sat Freedom on the heights, The thunders breaking at her feet:Above her shook the starry lights: ...
The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, ...
Oh, yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final end of ill, To pangs ...
Fair is her cottage in its place, Where yon broad water sweetly slowly glides.It sees itself from thatch to base ...
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