The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Complete in Two VolumesTicknor and Fields, 1861 |
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... rolled Through the open gates of the city afar , To the shepherd who watcheth the evening star . And the creeping mosses and clambering weeds , And the willow - branches hoar and dank , And the wavy swell of the soughing reeds , And the ...
... rolled Through the open gates of the city afar , To the shepherd who watcheth the evening star . And the creeping mosses and clambering weeds , And the willow - branches hoar and dank , And the wavy swell of the soughing reeds , And the ...
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... 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 his sight : " You must begone , ” said Death ; " these walks are mine . " Love wept and ...
... 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 his sight : " You must begone , ” said Death ; " these walks are mine . " Love wept and ...
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... rolled among the tender flowers : I crushed them on my breast , my mouth : I looked athwart the burning drouth Of that long desert to the south . III . Last night , when some one spoke his name , From my swift blood that went and came A ...
... rolled among the tender flowers : I crushed them on my breast , my mouth : I looked athwart the burning drouth Of that long desert to the south . III . Last night , when some one spoke his name , From my swift blood that went and came A ...
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... Rolled round by one fixed law . Back on herself her serpent pride had curled . “ No voice , ” she shrieked in that lone hall , " No voice breaks through the stillness of this world , One deep , deep silence all ! " She , mouldering with ...
... Rolled round by one fixed law . Back on herself her serpent pride had curled . “ No voice , ” she shrieked in that lone hall , " No voice breaks through the stillness of this world , One deep , deep silence all ! " She , mouldering with ...
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... Rolled to starboard , rolled to larboard , when the surge was seething free , Where the wallowing monster spouted his foam- fountains in the sea . Let us swear an oath , and keep it with an equal mind , In the hollow Lotos - land to ...
... Rolled to starboard , rolled to larboard , when the surge was seething free , Where the wallowing monster spouted his foam- fountains in the sea . Let us swear an oath , and keep it with an equal mind , In the hollow Lotos - land to ...
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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.