Claribel: A Melody (Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems)
Where Claribel low-liethThe breezes pause and die,Letting the rose-leaves fall:But the solemn oak-tree sigheth,Thick-leaved, ambrosial,With an ancient melodyOf an inward ...
Where Claribel low-liethThe breezes pause and die,Letting the rose-leaves fall:But the solemn oak-tree sigheth,Thick-leaved, ambrosial,With an ancient melodyOf an inward ...
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 ...
, So all day long the noise of battle roll'd Among the mountains by the winter sea; ...
.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 ...
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, ...
I. THOU who stealest fire, From ...
With one black shadow at its feet, The house thro' all the level shines,Close-latticed to the brooding ...
While about the shore of Mona those Neronian legionariesBurnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and Druidess,Far ...
DedicationThese to His Memory—since he held them dear,Perchance as finding there unconsciouslySome image of himself—I dedicate,I dedicate, I consecrate with ...
I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To ...
All Things will DieClearly the blue river chimes in its flowing Under my eye;Warmly and broadly the south ...
Contemplate all this work of Time, The giant labouring in his youth; Nor dream ...
The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains,-Are not these, O Soul, the Vision of ...
Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun And ready, thou, to die with him, Thou ...
Again at Christmas did we weave The holly round the Christmas hearth; The silent ...
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,Tears from the depth of some divine despairRise ...
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the ...
Old Yew, which graspest at the stones That name the under-lying dead, Thy fibres ...
Dip down upon the northern shore O sweet new-year delaying long; Thou doest expectant ...
Is it, then, regret for buried time That keenlier in sweet April wakes, And ...
It is the miller's daughter, And she is grown so dear, so dear,That I would be the jewel ...
Dip down upon the northern shore,O sweet new-year, delaying long;Thou doest expectant Nature wrong,Delaying long, delay no more.What stays thee ...
Old warder of these buried bones, And answering now my random stroke With fruitful ...
O Sorrow, cruel fellowship,O Priestess in the vaults of Death,O sweet and bitter in a breath,What whispers from thy lying ...
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