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7 de mai. de 2024 · Alfred Lord Tennyson was one of the most celebrated poets of the Victorian era. “Come Into The Garden Maud” is a poem from his epic work “Maud and Other Poems,” published in 1855. The poem tells the story of a young man who falls in love with Maud, a beautiful and mysterious woman. The man is haunted by dreams of Maud and is driven to ...
18 de mai. de 2024 · Perchance. Thou art but of those fables which engage. And hold the minds of men in giddy trance. Yet, be it so, and be it all romance, The thought of thine existence is so bright. With beautiful imaginings--the glance. Upon thy fancied being such delight, That I will deem thee Truth, so lovely is thy might! Alfred Lord Tennyson.
Há 3 dias · Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes dying, dying, dying. O love they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field, or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. Alfred Lord Tennyson.
Há 5 dias · Our Cadmus, out of whom thou art, who found. Beside the springs of Dirce, smote, and still'd. Thro' all its folds the multitudinous beast. The dragon, which our trembling fathers call'd. The God's own son. A tale, that told to me, When but thine age, by age as winter-white. As mine is now, amazed, but made me yearn.
Há 3 dias · Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves. A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake: So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip. Into my bosom and be lost in me.
15 de mai. de 2024 · Fatima. O Love, Love, Love! O withering might! O sun, that from thy noonday height. Shudderest when I strain my sight, Throbbing thro' all thy heat and light, Lo, falling from my constant mind, Lo, parch'd and wither'd, deaf and blind, I whirl like leaves in roaring wind.
18 de mai. de 2024 · Oh, the wild charge they made! All the world wondered. Honor the charge they made! Noble Six Hundred! Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. “Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!” h.
