The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson: Poet Laureate, Etc. Complete in Two Volumes, Volym 1Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... look on the sweet heaven , Either at morn or eventide . After the flitting of the bats , When thickest dark did trance the sky , She drew her casement - curtain by , And glanced athwart the glooming flats . She only said , " The night ...
... look on the sweet heaven , Either at morn or eventide . After the flitting of the bats , When thickest dark did trance the sky , She drew her casement - curtain by , And glanced athwart the glooming flats . She only said , " The night ...
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... looks of thine , Shadowy , dreaming Adeline ? Whence that aery bloom of thine , Like a lily which the sun Looks through in his sad decline , And a rose - bush leans upon , Thou that faintly smilest still , As a Naiad in a well , Looking ...
... looks of thine , Shadowy , dreaming Adeline ? Whence that aery bloom of thine , Like a lily which the sun Looks through in his sad decline , And a rose - bush leans upon , Thou that faintly smilest still , As a Naiad in a well , Looking ...
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... look and smile of thine , Spiritual Adeline . A CHARACTER . I. WITH a half - glance upon the sky At night he said , " The wanderings Of this most intricate Universe Teach me the nothingness of things . " Yet could not all creation ...
... look and smile of thine , Spiritual Adeline . A CHARACTER . I. WITH a half - glance upon the sky At night he said , " The wanderings Of this most intricate Universe Teach me the nothingness of things . " Yet could not all creation ...
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... look upon the day ? They should have stabbed me where I lay Oriana- They should have trod me into clay , Oriana . O ! breaking heart that will not break , Oriana ; O ! pale , pale face so sweet and meek , Oriana . Thou smilest , but ...
... look upon the day ? They should have stabbed me where I lay Oriana- They should have trod me into clay , Oriana . O ! breaking heart that will not break , Oriana ; O ! pale , pale face so sweet and meek , Oriana . Thou smilest , but ...
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... look like a fountain of gold Springing alone With a shrill inner sound , Over the throne In the midst of the hall ; Till that great sea - snake under the sea From his coiled sleeps in the central deeps Would slowly trail himself ...
... look like a fountain of gold Springing alone With a shrill inner sound , Over the throne In the midst of the hall ; Till that great sea - snake under the sea From his coiled sleeps in the central deeps Would slowly trail himself ...
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Sida 193 - Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns.
Sida 186 - 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.
Sida 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 ? 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.
Sida 183 - Old age hath yet his honor and his toil ; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
Sida 63 - Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, These three alone lead life to sovereign power. Yet not for power (power of herself Would come uncalled for), but to live by law, Acting the law we live by without fear; And, because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
Sida 125 - I am so deeply smitten thro' the helm That without help I cannot last till morn. Thou therefore take my brand Excalibur, Which was my pride: for thou rememberest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Rose up from out the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword — and how I...
Sida 254 - ... my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! 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.
Sida 183 - 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...
Sida 341 - ... the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font : The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake : So...
Sida 183 - Myself not least, but honour'd of them all; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.