The Complete Works of Alfred Tennyson1879 |
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... happy The Letters .. 102 earth , and leave " 222 Ode on the Death of the Duke of Song : " Break , break , break , " 222 Wellington 102 The Poet's Song ... 222 The Daisy ... 105 On a Mourner .... 223 To the Rev. F. D. Maurice .. 106 ...
... happy The Letters .. 102 earth , and leave " 222 Ode on the Death of the Duke of Song : " Break , break , break , " 222 Wellington 102 The Poet's Song ... 222 The Daisy ... 105 On a Mourner .... 223 To the Rev. F. D. Maurice .. 106 ...
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... happy blossoming shore ? Day and night to the billow the foun . tain calls ; Down shower the gambolling water- falls From wandering over the lea : Out of the live - green heart of the dells They freshen the silvery - crimson shells ...
... happy blossoming shore ? Day and night to the billow the foun . tain calls ; Down shower the gambolling water- falls From wandering over the lea : Out of the live - green heart of the dells They freshen the silvery - crimson shells ...
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... happy a shore All the world o'er , all the world o'er ? Whither away ? listen and stay : mar- iner , mariner , fly no more . THE DESERTED HOUSE . I. LIFE and Thought have gone away Side by side , Leaving door and windows wide : Careless ...
... happy a shore All the world o'er , all the world o'er ? Whither away ? listen and stay : mar- iner , mariner , fly no more . THE DESERTED HOUSE . I. LIFE and Thought have gone away Side by side , Leaving door and windows wide : Careless ...
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... happy thou that liest low , Oriana ! All night the silence seems to flow Beside me in my utter woe , Oriana . A weary , weary way I go , Oriana . When Norland winds pipe down the sea , Oriana , I walk , I dare not think of theo , Oriana ...
... happy thou that liest low , Oriana ! All night the silence seems to flow Beside me in my utter woe , Oriana . A weary , weary way I go , Oriana . When Norland winds pipe down the sea , Oriana , I walk , I dare not think of theo , Oriana ...
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... happy earth ? I least should breathe a thought of pain . Would God renew me from my birth I'd almost live my life again . So sweet it seems with thee to walk , And once again to woo thee mine- It seems in after - dinner talk Across the ...
... happy earth ? I least should breathe a thought of pain . Would God renew me from my birth I'd almost live my life again . So sweet it seems with thee to walk , And once again to woo thee mine- It seems in after - dinner talk Across the ...
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answer'd arms Arthur ask'd blood breath Caerleon call'd Camelot child cried Dagonet dark dead dear death dream earth Edith England Enid ev'n evermore Excalibur eyes face fair father fear fire flower fool Gareth Gawain golden grace Guinevere hall hand happy Harold hast hate hath head hear heard heart heaven holy horse hour jousts King King Arthur kiss knew Lady Lady of Shalott Lancelot land Lavaine Leofwin light live look look'd Lord maiden Mary Merlin morn mother never night noble o'er once Philip Prince Queen rode rose round seem'd shadow shame Simon Renard Sir Bedivere Sir Lancelot Sir Pelleas sleep smile song soul Spain spake speak star stept Stigand stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought thro Tostig turn'd vext voice wild wind
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Сторінка 360 - 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.
Сторінка 65 - Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd 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, pass'd in music out of sight.
Сторінка 64 - Tho' much is taken, much abides ; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven ; that which we are, we are ; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Сторінка 149 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleep".
Сторінка 66 - Yearning for the large excitement that the coming years would yield, Eager-hearted as a boy when first he leaves his father's field, And at night along the dusky highway near and nearer drawn, Sees in heaven the light of London flaring like a dreary dawn ; And his spirit leaps within him to be gone before him then, Underneath the light he looks at, in among the throngs of men...
Сторінка 131 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. 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.
Сторінка 232 - Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet — Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.
Сторінка 177 - Nor wilt thou snare him in the white ravine, Nor find him dropt upon the firths of ice, That huddling slant in furrow-cloven falls To roll the torrent out of dusky doors : But follow; let the torrent dance thee down To find him in the valley ; let the wild Lean-headed Eagles yelp alone, and leave The monstrous ledges there to slope, and spill Their thousand wreaths of dangling water-smoke, That like a broken purpose waste in air : So waste not thou ; but come ; for all the vales Await thee; azure...
Сторінка 15 - PART II There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colors gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. And moving thro' a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear.
Сторінка 32 - With half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, To watch the long bright river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill— To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave thro' the thick-twined vine— To watch the emerald-colour'd water falling Thro' many a wov'n acanthus-wreath divine!