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 ...
, So all day long the noise of battle roll'd Among the mountains by the winter sea; ...
. "Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land, "This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In ...
At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay,And a pinnace, like a fluttered bird, came flying from far away:'Spanish ...
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, ...
By night we linger'd on the lawn, For underfoot the herb was dry; And ...
DedicationThese to His Memory—since he held them dear,Perchance as finding there unconsciouslySome image of himself—I dedicate,I dedicate, I consecrate with ...
Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death ...
That which we dare invoke to bless; Our dearest faith; our ghastliest doubt; He, ...
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 ...
To-night the winds begin to rise And roar from yonder dropping day: The last ...
Light, so low upon earth, You send a flash to the sun.Here is the golden close of love, ...
Is it, then, regret for buried time That keenlier in sweet April wakes, And ...
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;Close to the sun in lonely lands,Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.The wrinkled ...
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