The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson: Poet Laureate, Etc. Complete in Two Volumes, Том 1Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... dark did trance the sky , She drew her casement - curtain by , And glanced athwart the glooming flats . She only said , " The night is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ; She said , " I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ...
... dark did trance the sky , She drew her casement - curtain by , And glanced athwart the glooming flats . She only said , " The night is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ; She said , " I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... dark afloat , So took echo with delight , So took echo with delight , That her voice , untuneful grown , Wears all day a fainter tone . I would mock thy chant anew ; But I cannot SONG . THE OWL . 11 Song -The Owl Second Song -To the Same.
... dark afloat , So took echo with delight , So took echo with delight , That her voice , untuneful grown , Wears all day a fainter tone . I would mock thy chant anew ; But I cannot SONG . THE OWL . 11 Song -The Owl Second Song -To the Same.
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... darkness of the world , delight , Life , anguish , death , immortal love , Ceasing not , mingled , unrepressed , Apart from place , withholding time , But flattering the golden ... Dark - blue the deep sphere overhead , 14 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
... darkness of the world , delight , Life , anguish , death , immortal love , Ceasing not , mingled , unrepressed , Apart from place , withholding time , But flattering the golden ... Dark - blue the deep sphere overhead , 14 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
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... Dark - blue the deep sphere overhead , Distinct with vivid stars inlaid , Grew darker from that under - flame : So , leaping lightly from the boat , With silver anchor left afloat , In marvel whence that glory came Upon me , as in sleep ...
... Dark - blue the deep sphere overhead , Distinct with vivid stars inlaid , Grew darker from that under - flame : So , leaping lightly from the boat , With silver anchor left afloat , In marvel whence that glory came Upon me , as in sleep ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.