The Life and Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson: Works: v.1-2 [Poems] v.3. Experiments. The window. In memoriam A.H.H. Maud. Idylls of the king. v.4 Idylls of the king (Continued) v.5 The lover's tale. Ballads, and other poems. Sonnets. Translations, etc. Tiresias, and other poems. v.6. Queen Mary. Harold. v.7. Becket. The cup. The falcon. The promise of May. v.8. The foresters. Demeter, and other poems. The death of OEnone, and other poems. [Indexes

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Page 286 - Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere: "Ah ! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go ? Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes ? For now I see the true old times are dead, When every morning brought a noble chance, And every chance brought out a noble knight.
Page 279 - Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur, And o'er him, drawing it, the winter moon, Brightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt : For all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks, Myriads of topaz-lights, and jacinth-work Of subtlest jewellery.
Page 283 - And lightly went the other to the King. Then spoke King Arthur, drawing thicker breath : 'Now see I by thine eyes that this is done. Speak out : what is it thou hast heard, or seen...
Page 287 - So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away.
Page 284 - Larger than human on the frozen hills. He heard the deep behind him, and a cry Before. His own thought drove him like a goad. Dry...
Page 286 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Page 278 - Excalibur, Which was my pride: for thou rememberest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Rose up from out the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword— and how I...
Page 282 - The great brand Made lightnings in the splendour of the moon, And flashing round and round, and whirl'd in an arch, Shot like a streamer of the northern morn, Seen where the moving isles of winter shock By night, with noises of the northern sea.
Page 288 - Then from the dawn it seem'd there came, but faint As from beyond the limit of the world, Like the last echo born of a great cry, Sounds, as if some fair city were one voice Around a king returning from his wars.
Page 249 - Late, late, so late ! and dark the night and chill ! Late, late, so late ! but we can enter still. Too late, too late ! ye cannot enter now. ' No light had we : for that we do repent ; And learning this, the bridegroom will relent. Too late, too late ! ye cannot enter now.

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