Audley Court (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
'The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd, and not a room For love or money. Let us picnic there At Audley ...
'The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd, and not a room For love or money. Let us picnic there At Audley ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day Gave his broad lawns until the set of sun Up to the people: ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
So was their sanctuary violated, So their fair college turned to hospital; At first with all confusion: by and by ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
O loyal to the royal in thyself, And loyal to thy land, as this to thee-- Bear witness, that rememberable ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
I. And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne? Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he ...
My dream had never died or lived again. As in some mystic middle state I lay; Seeing I saw not, ...
Still on the tower stood the vane, A black yew gloomed the stagnant air, I peered athwart the chancel pane ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
Athelstan King, Lord among Earls, Bracelet-bestower and Baron of Barons, He with his brother, Edmund Atheling, Gaining a lifelong Glory ...
So closed our tale, of which I give you all The random scheme as wildly as it rose: The words ...
Leodogran, the King of Cameliard, Had one fair daughter, and none other child; And she was the fairest of all ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
One writes, that "Other friends remain," That "Loss is common to the race"-- And common is the commonplace, And vacant ...
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