Tennyson: Poet, Philosopher, Idealist: Studies of the Life, Work, and Teaching of the Poet LaureateK. Paul, Trench, Trübner & Company, Limited, 1893 - 370 страница |
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... round him ere he scarce be cold Begins the scandal and the cry : " Proclaim the faults he would not show : Break lock and seal betray the trust : Keep nothing sacred : ' tis but just The many - headed beast should know . " Ah shameless ...
... round him ere he scarce be cold Begins the scandal and the cry : " Proclaim the faults he would not show : Break lock and seal betray the trust : Keep nothing sacred : ' tis but just The many - headed beast should know . " Ah shameless ...
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... round of study , and these kindred spirits found plenty of opportunity for communication . Tenny- son was not a resident in the College - he lived first in Rose Crescent and afterwards at Corpus Buildings - but Hallam had a room within ...
... round of study , and these kindred spirits found plenty of opportunity for communication . Tenny- son was not a resident in the College - he lived first in Rose Crescent and afterwards at Corpus Buildings - but Hallam had a room within ...
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... round her throne the prostrate nations come , Sue for her rice , and barter for her rum . In one portion of his Timbuctoo Tennyson had supplied an explanatory footnote - a habit to which he was greatly addicted in his youth . Thackeray ...
... round her throne the prostrate nations come , Sue for her rice , and barter for her rum . In one portion of his Timbuctoo Tennyson had supplied an explanatory footnote - a habit to which he was greatly addicted in his youth . Thackeray ...
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... Than petals from blown roses on the grass " ? or without seeming to feel the breath of elfin - winds , when " All round the coast the languid air did swoon , Breathing like one that hath a weary A LYRICAL PRELUDE . 45.
... Than petals from blown roses on the grass " ? or without seeming to feel the breath of elfin - winds , when " All round the coast the languid air did swoon , Breathing like one that hath a weary A LYRICAL PRELUDE . 45.
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... Round ; —all these , to the last lines on the Death of the Duke of Clarence , form no unworthy addition to our patriotic literature and to his 1 A sonnet on the same subject was written by Charles Tennyson - Turner . own works . But ...
... Round ; —all these , to the last lines on the Death of the Duke of Clarence , form no unworthy addition to our patriotic literature and to his 1 A sonnet on the same subject was written by Charles Tennyson - Turner . own works . But ...
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Страница 259 - THERE rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen ! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands ; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
Страница 251 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;' And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;' The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, 'I wait.
Страница 205 - And the stately Spanish men to their flagship bore him then, Where they laid him by the mast, old Sir Richard caught at last, And they praised him to his face with their courtly foreign grace; But he rose upon their decks, and he cried: "I have fought for Queen and Faith like a valiant man and true; I have only done my duty as a man is bound to do. With a joyful spirit I Sir Richard Grenville die!
Страница 137 - Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Страница 46 - Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon; And like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go; And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.
Страница 113 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Страница 99 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is naught, is silence implying sound; What was good, shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.
Страница 114 - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
Страница 248 - Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, delaying as the tender ash delays to clothe herself, when all the woods are green!
Страница 292 - I salute thee, Mantovano, I that loved thee since my day began, Wielder of the stateliest measure ever moulded by the lips of man.