The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Complete in Two VolumesTicknor and Fields, 1861 |
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... yesternight , Which upon the 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.
... yesternight , Which upon the 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.
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... grow sere , When rooted in the garden of the mind , Because they are the earliest of the year . ) Nor was the night thy shroud . In sweet dreams softer than unbroken rest Thou leddest by the hand thy infant Hope . The eddying of her ...
... grow sere , When rooted in the garden of the mind , Because they are the earliest of the year . ) Nor was the night thy shroud . In sweet dreams softer than unbroken rest Thou leddest by the hand thy infant Hope . The eddying of her ...
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... growing , Oriana , At midnight the cock was crowing , Oriana : Winds were blowing , waters flowing , We heard the steeds to battle going , Oriana ; Aloud the hollow bugle blowing , Oriana . In the yew - wood , black as night , Oriana ...
... growing , Oriana , At midnight the cock was crowing , Oriana : Winds were blowing , waters flowing , We heard the steeds to battle going , Oriana ; Aloud the hollow bugle blowing , Oriana . In the yew - wood , black as night , Oriana ...
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... grow so full and deep In thy large eyes , that , overpowered quite , I cannot veil , or droop my sight , But am as nothing in its light : As though a star , in inmost heaven set , Even while we gaze on it , Should slowly round his orb ...
... grow so full and deep In thy large eyes , that , overpowered quite , I cannot veil , or droop my sight , But am as nothing in its light : As though a star , in inmost heaven set , Even while we gaze on it , Should slowly round his orb ...
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... Grow golden all about the sky ; In thee all passion becomes passionless , Touched by thy spirit's mellowness , Losing his fire and active might In a silent meditation , Falling into a still delight , And luxury of contemplation : As ...
... Grow golden all about the sky ; In thee all passion becomes passionless , Touched by thy spirit's mellowness , Losing his fire and active might In a silent meditation , Falling into a still delight , And luxury of contemplation : As ...
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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.