Poems, Том 2Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1851 - 261 страница |
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... hands . XXXVII . " Yet seemed the pressure thrice as sweet As woodbine's fragile hold , Or when I feel about my feet The berried briony fold . " XXXVIII . O muffle round thy knees with fern , And shadow Sumner - chace ! Long may thy ...
... hands . XXXVII . " Yet seemed the pressure thrice as sweet As woodbine's fragile hold , Or when I feel about my feet The berried briony fold . " XXXVIII . O muffle round thy knees with fern , And shadow Sumner - chace ! Long may thy ...
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... hand to hand , Thy leaf shall never fail , nor yet Thine acorn in the land . LXVI . May never saw dismember thee , Nor wielded axe disjoint ; Thou art the fairest spoken tree From here to Lizard point . LXVII . O rock upon thy towery ...
... hand to hand , Thy leaf shall never fail , nor yet Thine acorn in the land . LXVI . May never saw dismember thee , Nor wielded axe disjoint ; Thou art the fairest spoken tree From here to Lizard point . LXVII . O rock upon thy towery ...
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... , we forward : dreamers both : You most , that in an age , when every hour Must sweat her sixty minutes to the death , Live on , God love us , as if the seedsman , rapt Upon the teeming harvest , should not dip His hand 28 THE GOLDEN YEAR .
... , we forward : dreamers both : You most , that in an age , when every hour Must sweat her sixty minutes to the death , Live on , God love us , as if the seedsman , rapt Upon the teeming harvest , should not dip His hand 28 THE GOLDEN YEAR .
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Upon the teeming harvest , should not dip His hand into the bag : but well I know That unto him who works , and feels he works , This same grand year is ever at the doors . " He spoke ; and , high above us ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Upon the teeming harvest , should not dip His hand into the bag : but well I know That unto him who works , and feels he works , This same grand year is ever at the doors . " He spoke ; and , high above us ...
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... have loved thee long . " Love took up the glass of Time , and turned it in his glowing hands ; Every moment , lightly shaken , ran itself in golden sands . Love took up the harp of Life , and smote 36 LOCKSLEY HALL .
... have loved thee long . " Love took up the glass of Time , and turned it in his glowing hands ; Every moment , lightly shaken , ran itself in golden sands . Love took up the harp of Life , and smote 36 LOCKSLEY HALL .
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Страница 37 - Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Страница 272 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man ; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world ; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind ; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto...
Страница 31 - 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.
Страница 35 - Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
Страница 45 - In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.
Страница 48 - There methinks would be enjoyment more than in this march of mind, In the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts that shake mankind. There the passions cramp'd no longer shall have scope and breathing space ; I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
Страница 46 - Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
Страница 36 - Then her cheek was pale and thinner than should be for one so young, And her eyes on all my motions with a mute observance hung. And I said, 'My cousin Amy, speak, and speak the truth to me, Trust me, cousin, all the current of my being sets to thee.
Страница 44 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the" world, and all the wonder that would be ; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales ; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rained a ghastly dew From the nations...
Страница 99 - MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.