The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Complete in Two VolumesTicknor and Fields, 1861 |
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... Psyche , Lady Blanche ; They fed her theories , in and out of place , Maintaining that with equal husbandry The woman were an equal to the man . They harped on this ; with this our banquets rang ; Our dances broke and buzzed in knots of ...
... Psyche , Lady Blanche ; They fed her theories , in and out of place , Maintaining that with equal husbandry The woman were an equal to the man . They harped on this ; with this our banquets rang ; Our dances broke and buzzed in knots of ...
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... Psyche . " " Which was prettiest , " Lady Psyche . " " Hers are we , ” One voice , we cried ; and I sat down and wrote , In such a hand as when a field of corn Best - natured ? Bows all its ears before the roaring East ; " Three ladies ...
... Psyche . " " Which was prettiest , " Lady Psyche . " " Hers are we , ” One voice , we cried ; and I sat down and wrote , In such a hand as when a field of corn Best - natured ? Bows all its ears before the roaring East ; " Three ladies ...
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... Psyche will harangue The fresh arrivals of the week before ; For they press in from all the provinces , And fill the hive . " She spoke , and , bowing , waved Dismissal ; back again we crost the court To Lady Psyche's : as we entered in ...
... Psyche will harangue The fresh arrivals of the week before ; For they press in from all the provinces , And fill the hive . " She spoke , and , bowing , waved Dismissal ; back again we crost the court To Lady Psyche's : as we entered in ...
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... Psyche , take my life , And nail me like a weasel on a grange For warning : bury me beside the gate , And cut this epitaph above my bones ; Here lies a brother by a sister slain , All for the common good of womankind . ” " Let me die ...
... Psyche , take my life , And nail me like a weasel on a grange For warning : bury me beside the gate , And cut this epitaph above my bones ; Here lies a brother by a sister slain , All for the common good of womankind . ” " Let me die ...
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... Psyche , " Florian added , “ she With whom I sang about the morning hills , Flung ball , flew kite , and raced the purple fly , And snared the squirrel of the glen ? are you That Psyche , wont to bind my throbbing brow , To smooth my ...
... Psyche , " Florian added , “ she With whom I sang about the morning hills , Flung ball , flew kite , and raced the purple fly , And snared the squirrel of the glen ? are you That Psyche , wont to bind my throbbing brow , To smooth my ...
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The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson Полный просмотр - 1867 |
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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,...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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.
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? 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.