The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Complete in Two VolumesTicknor and Fields, 1861 |
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... a rose - bush leans upon , Thou that faintly smilest still , As a Naiad in a well , Looking at the set of day , Or a phantom two hours old Of a maiden past away , Ere the placid lips be cold ? Wherefore those faint ADELINE . 21.
... a rose - bush leans upon , Thou that faintly smilest still , As a Naiad in a well , Looking at the set of day , Or a phantom two hours old Of a maiden past away , Ere the placid lips be cold ? Wherefore those faint ADELINE . 21.
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... maiden robes Sunned by those orient skies ; But round about the circles of the globes Of her keen eyes And in her raiment's hem was traced in flame WISDOM , a name to shake All evil dreams of power , -a sacred name . And when she spake ...
... maiden robes Sunned by those orient skies ; But round about the circles of the globes Of her keen eyes And in her raiment's hem was traced in flame WISDOM , a name to shake All evil dreams of power , -a sacred name . And when she spake ...
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... maiden in her flower Is worth a hundred coats - of - arms . Lady Clara Vere de Vere , Some meeker pupil you must find , For were you queen of all that is , I could not stoop to such a mind . You sought to prove how I could love , And my ...
... maiden in her flower Is worth a hundred coats - of - arms . Lady Clara Vere de Vere , Some meeker pupil you must find , For were you queen of all that is , I could not stoop to such a mind . You sought to prove how I could love , And my ...
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... maiden splendors of the morning star Shook in the steadfast blue . XV . Enormous elm - tree boles did stoop and lean Upon the dusky brushwood underneath Their broad curved branches , fledged with clearest green , New from its silken ...
... maiden splendors of the morning star Shook in the steadfast blue . XV . Enormous elm - tree boles did stoop and lean Upon the dusky brushwood underneath Their broad curved branches , fledged with clearest green , New from its silken ...
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... maiden pure ; as when she went along From Mizpeh's towered gate with welcome light , With timbrel and with song . LI . My words leapt forth : " Heaven heads the count of crimes With that wild oath . " She rendered answer high : " Not so ...
... maiden pure ; as when she went along From Mizpeh's towered gate with welcome light , With timbrel and with song . LI . My words leapt forth : " Heaven heads the count of crimes With that wild oath . " She rendered answer high : " Not so ...
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Страница 131 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
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Страница 130 - If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
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Страница 184 - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
Страница 255 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Страница 294 - On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Страница 7 - Upon the middle of the night, Waking she heard the night-fowl crow: The cock sung out an hour ere light: From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her: without hope of change, In sleep she seemed to walk forlorn, Till cold winds woke the gray-eyed morn About the lonely moated grange. She only said, "The day is dreary, He cometh not," she said; She said, "I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!
Страница 127 - King Arthur's sword, Excalibur, Wrought by the lonely maiden of the Lake. Nine years she wrought it, sitting in the deeps Upon the hidden bases of the hills.
Страница 93 - All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave? 5° All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence — ripen, fall, and cease: Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease.