Oenone (Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems)
There lies a vale in Ida, lovelierThan all the valleys of Ionian hills.The swimming vapour slopes athwart the glen,Puts forth ...
There lies a vale in Ida, lovelierThan all the valleys of Ionian hills.The swimming vapour slopes athwart the glen,Puts forth ...
Come into the garden, Maud,For the black bat, Night, has flown,Come into the garden, Maud,I am here at the gate ...
Leodogran, the King of Cameliard, Had one fair daughter, and none other child;And she was the fairest of all flesh ...
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 ...
O living will that shalt endure When all that seems shall suffer shock, Rise ...
. "Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land, "This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In ...
O true and tried, so well and long, Demand not thou a marriage lay; In that it is ...
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 ...
I. THOU who stealest fire, From ...
O living will that shalt endureWhen all that seems shall suffer shock,Rise in the spiritual rock,Flow thro' our deeds and ...
IT was the time when lilies blow, And clouds are highest up in air, Lord Ronald brought a ...
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, ...
O LOVE, Love, Love! O withering might! O sun, that from thy noonday height Shudderest when I strain my sight, ...
Written at the Request of the Mantuans for the Nineteenth Centenary of Virgil's DeathRoman Virgil, thou that singestIlion's lofty temples ...
Once more the Heavenly PowerMakes all things new,And domes the red-plowed hillsWith loving blue; The blackbirds have their wills,The throstles ...
The path by which we twain did go, Which led by tracts that pleased us well, ...
Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again, So loud with voices of the birds, So ...
Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed.Up there came a flower, The ...
Old Yew, which graspest at the stones That name the under-lying dead, Thy fibres ...
Old warder of these buried bones, And answering now my random stroke With fruitful ...
Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in ...
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