The Poetical Works of Alfred TennysonHarper, 1870 - 246 pages |
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... heart ; A love still burning upward , giving light To read those laws ; an accent very low In blandishment , but a most silver flow Of subtle - paced counsel in distress , Right to the heart and brain , tho ' undescried , Winning its ...
... heart ; A love still burning upward , giving light To read those laws ; an accent very low In blandishment , but a most silver flow Of subtle - paced counsel in distress , Right to the heart and brain , tho ' undescried , Winning its ...
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... heart faints and my whole soul grieves At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves , And the breath Of the fading edges of box beneath , And the year's last rose . Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i ' the earth so ...
... heart faints and my whole soul grieves At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves , And the breath Of the fading edges of box beneath , And the year's last rose . Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i ' the earth so ...
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... heart is wasted with my woe , Oriana . There is no rest for me below , Oriana . When the long dun wolds are ribb'd ... heart , my love , my bride , Oriana ! Thy heart , my life , my love , my bride , Oriana ! Oh ! narrow , narrow was the ...
... heart is wasted with my woe , Oriana . There is no rest for me below , Oriana . When the long dun wolds are ribb'd ... heart , my love , my bride , Oriana ! Thy heart , my life , my love , my bride , Oriana ! Oh ! narrow , narrow was the ...
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... heart is with thee - thou wilt be I would comb my hair till my ringlets would fall , A latter Luther , and a soldier - priest Low adown , low adown , From under my starry sea - bud crown Low adown and around , And I should look like a ...
... heart is with thee - thou wilt be I would comb my hair till my ringlets would fall , A latter Luther , and a soldier - priest Low adown , low adown , From under my starry sea - bud crown Low adown and around , And I should look like a ...
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... heart of trembling hope , From off the wold I came , and lay Upon the freshly - flower'd slope . The deep brook ... heart to heart . Ah , well - but sing the foolish song I gave you , Alice , on the day When , arm in arm , we went along ...
... heart of trembling hope , From off the wold I came , and lay Upon the freshly - flower'd slope . The deep brook ... heart to heart . Ah , well - but sing the foolish song I gave you , Alice , on the day When , arm in arm , we went along ...
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Page 112 - So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life; That I, considering everywhere Her secret meaning in her deeds, And finding that of fifty seeds She often brings but one to bear; I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro...
Page 89 - O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 56 - 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. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This...
Page 122 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Page 140 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow.
Page 145 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them...
Page 60 - From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue; Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm, With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunderstorm; Till the war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battle-flags were furl'd 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. So I triumph'd ere my passion sweeping thro...
Page 122 - Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind.
Page 89 - Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. ' Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd 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.
Page 222 - Himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world. Comfort thyself: what comfort is in me? I have lived my life, and that which I have done May He within Himself make pure! but thou, 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. For what are men better than sheep or goats...