The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Complete in Two VolumesTicknor and Fields, 1861 |
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... arms , or power of brain , or birth , Could give the warrior kings of old , Victoria , since your Royal grace To one of less desert allows This laurel greener from the brows Of him that uttered nothing base ; And should your greatness ...
... arms , or power of brain , or birth , Could give the warrior kings of old , Victoria , since your Royal grace To one of less desert allows This laurel greener from the brows Of him that uttered nothing base ; And should your greatness ...
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... More purely , when they wish to charm Pallas and Juno sitting by : And with a sweeping of the arm , And a lack - lustre dead - blue eye , Devolved his rounded periods . IV . Most delicately hour by hour He canvassed human A CHARACTER . 23.
... More purely , when they wish to charm Pallas and Juno sitting by : And with a sweeping of the arm , And a lack - lustre dead - blue eye , Devolved his rounded periods . IV . Most delicately hour by hour He canvassed human A CHARACTER . 23.
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... arm whirled , But one poor poet's scroll , and with his word She shook the world . THE POET'S MIND . I. VEX not thou the poet's mind With thy shallow wit : Vex not thou the poet's mind ; For thou canst not fathom it . Clear and bright ...
... arm whirled , But one poor poet's scroll , and with his word She shook the world . THE POET'S MIND . I. VEX not thou the poet's mind With thy shallow wit : Vex not thou the poet's mind ; For thou canst not fathom it . Clear and bright ...
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... ; Fold thy palms across thy breast , Fold thine arms , turn to thy rest . Let them rave . Shadows of the silver birk Sweep the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . II . Thee nor carketh care nor slander ; Nothing 28 A DIRGE .
... ; Fold thy palms across thy breast , Fold thine arms , turn to thy rest . Let them rave . Shadows of the silver birk Sweep the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . II . Thee nor carketh care nor slander ; Nothing 28 A DIRGE .
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... arm , a gleaming neck , As when a sunbeam wavers warm Within the dark and dimpled beck . For you remember , you had set , That morning , on the casement's edge A long green box of mignonette , And you were leaning from the ledge : And ...
... arm , a gleaming neck , As when a sunbeam wavers warm Within the dark and dimpled beck . For you remember , you had set , That morning , on the casement's edge A long green box of mignonette , And you were leaning from the ledge : And ...
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The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson: Poems, Volym 1; Volym 3 Alfred Tennyson Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1860 |
The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Complete in One ... Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1869 |
The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1867 |
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Sida 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.
Sida 192 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see — Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be ; Saw the heavens...
Sida 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.
Sida 341 - ... 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 fold thyself, my dearest,...
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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!
Sida 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.
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? 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.