Illustrations of TennysonChatto & Windus, 1891 - 186 sider |
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A. B. GROSART Æneid allusion Anecdotes Arthur beautiful canto CHARLES CHARLES READE cloth extra cloth limp cloud Coloured commentary compared Crown 8vo dead Demy 8vo Devil's Die earth Edited English Enid epithet Essay expression eyes fair Fcap flowers Frontispiece GEORGE Geraint gilt golden Greek half-bound heart HENRY Homer HUME NISBET Idyll Iliad illustrated boards JOHN King Lady Laureate legend lines Lord Tennyson Love Lucretius Memoriam Milton morning Morte d'Arthur never night Notes NOVELS Odes Ovid passage Petrarch Petrarchian picture cover poem poet POETICAL poetry Portrait Post 8vo Princess printed on laid prose Queen reminiscence Romance shadow Shakespeare simile Sir Launcelot sleep song sonnet Sophocles soul Square 8vo stanza stars story suggested sweet sword tears thee Theocritus THOMAS thou Three Vols touch Translated verses viii Virgil WILLIAM word Wordsworth's δὲ ἐν καὶ μὲν ὡς
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Side 59 - There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads — you and I are old; Old age hath yet his...
Side 24 - Complete Angler; or, The Contemplative Man's Recreation : being a Discourse of Rivers, Fishponds. Fish and Fishing, written by IZAAK WALTON ; and Instructions how to Angle for a Trout or Grayling in a clear Stream, by CHARLES COTTON.
Side 155 - I heard the ripple washing in the reeds, And the wild water lapping on the crag.
Side 59 - Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose...
Side 171 - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Side 38 - But there's a tree, of many, one, A single field which I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
Side 22 - The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels And on a sudden, lo! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
Side 20 - Roll of Battle Abbey ; or, A List of the Principal Warriors who came over from Normandy with William the Conqueror, and Settled in this Country, AD 1066-7.
Side 155 - 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.
Side 59 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.