The Works of Alfred Tennyson ...: Miscellaneous poemsStrahan & Company, 1873 |
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... that warp us from the living truth ! Cursed be the sickly forms that err from honest Nature's rule ! Cursed be the gold that gilds the straiten'd fore- head of the fool ! Well - ' tis well that I should bluster ! LOCKSLEY HALL . 13.
... that warp us from the living truth ! Cursed be the sickly forms that err from honest Nature's rule ! Cursed be the gold that gilds the straiten'd fore- head of the fool ! Well - ' tis well that I should bluster ! LOCKSLEY HALL . 13.
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... living beams , Pure lilies of eternal peace , Whose odours haunt my dreams ; And , stricken by an angel's hand , This mortal armour that I wear , This weight and size , this heart and eyes , Are touch'd , are turn'd to finest air . The ...
... living beams , Pure lilies of eternal peace , Whose odours haunt my dreams ; And , stricken by an angel's hand , This mortal armour that I wear , This weight and size , this heart and eyes , Are touch'd , are turn'd to finest air . The ...
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... living ; well then - let me speak : I grieve to see you poor and wanting help : I cannot help you as I wish to do Unless they say that women are so quick- Perhaps you know what I would have you know- I wish you for my wife . I fain ...
... living ; well then - let me speak : I grieve to see you poor and wanting help : I cannot help you as I wish to do Unless they say that women are so quick- Perhaps you know what I would have you know- I wish you for my wife . I fain ...
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... tell her , never to let her know . " He was not all unhappy . His resolve Upbore him , and firm faith , and evermore Prayer from a living source within the will , And beating up thro ' all the bitter world , ENOCH ARDEN . 179.
... tell her , never to let her know . " He was not all unhappy . His resolve Upbore him , and firm faith , and evermore Prayer from a living source within the will , And beating up thro ' all the bitter world , ENOCH ARDEN . 179.
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... . And tell my son that I died blessing him . And say to Philip that I blest him too ; He never meant us any thing but good . But if my children care to see me dead , Who hardly knew me living , let them come , ENOCH ARDEN . 183.
... . And tell my son that I died blessing him . And say to Philip that I blest him too ; He never meant us any thing but good . But if my children care to see me dead , Who hardly knew me living , let them come , ENOCH ARDEN . 183.
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Annie answer'd ask'd Averill babe beat beggar maid blood bore born break broke call'd child Cophetua dark dead dear death dream earth Edith Enoch Enoch Arden Ev'n evermore eyes face fair fancy follow'd garden girl golden grave gray Hall hand happy haunt havock head heard heart heaven hour Julian Katie kiss kiss'd knew Lady Clare land laugh'd Leolin Let me fly light Lionel little birdie living Locksley Hall lonely look'd Lord LUCRETIUS marriage moorland morn mother never night o'er once passion Philip ring rose round sail seem'd shadow shame ship of fools silent Sir Aylmer sleep slipt slowly smile song soul spoke stars Stept summer sweet Sweet Emma thee thine things thou thought thro touch'd turn'd unto vext village maid voice watch'd whisper wife wind woke woman yonder
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Страница 110 - HE clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
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Страница 44 - A TOUCH, a kiss ! the charm was snapt. There rose a noise of striking clocks, And feet that ran, and doors that clapt, And barking dogs, and crowing cocks ; A fuller light illumined all, A breeze thro' all the garden swept, A sudden hubbub shook the hall, And sixty feet the fountain leapt.
Страница 48 - So, Lady Flora, take my lay, And if you find no moral there, Go, look in any glass and say, What moral is in being fair.
Страница 3 - Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears, And make me tremble lest a saying learnt, In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true? 'The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.