The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Complete in Two VolumesTicknor and Fields, 1861 |
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... moon cometh And looketh down alone . Her song the lintwhite swelleth , The clear - voiced mavis dwelleth , The callow throstle lispeth , The slumbrous wave outwelleth , The babbling runnel crispeth , The hollow grot replieth Where ...
... moon cometh And looketh down alone . Her song the lintwhite swelleth , The clear - voiced mavis dwelleth , The callow throstle lispeth , The slumbrous wave outwelleth , The babbling runnel crispeth , The hollow grot replieth Where ...
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... moon ; A clear stream flowing with a muddy one , Till in its onward current it absorbs With swifter movement and in purer light The vexed eddies of its wayward brother : A leaning and upbearing parasite , Clothing the stem , which else ...
... moon ; A clear stream flowing with a muddy one , Till in its onward current it absorbs With swifter movement and in purer light The vexed eddies of its wayward brother : A leaning and upbearing parasite , Clothing the stem , which else ...
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... moon was low , And the shrill winds were up and away , In the white curtain , to and fro , She saw the gusty shadow sway . But when the moon was very low , And wild winds bound within their cell , The shadow of the poplar fell Upon her ...
... moon was low , And the shrill winds were up and away , In the white curtain , to and fro , She saw the gusty shadow sway . But when the moon was very low , And wild winds bound within their cell , The shadow of the poplar fell Upon her ...
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... moon was gathering light , Love paced the thymy plots of Paradise , And all about him rolled his lustrous eyes ; When , turning round a cassia , full in view Death , walking all alone beneath a yew , And talking to himself , first met ...
... moon was gathering light , Love paced the thymy plots of Paradise , And all about him rolled his lustrous eyes ; When , turning round a cassia , full in view Death , walking all alone beneath a yew , And talking to himself , first met ...
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... them again till they kissed me Laughingly , laughingly ; And then we would wander away , away To the pale - green sea - groves straight and high , Chasing each other merrily . There would be neither moon nor star ; But the 34 THE MERMAN .
... them again till they kissed me Laughingly , laughingly ; And then we would wander away , away To the pale - green sea - groves straight and high , Chasing each other merrily . There would be neither moon nor star ; But the 34 THE MERMAN .
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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.