The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Complete in Two Volumes, Volumen2Ticknor and Fields, 1861 |
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... din and steam of town ! He brought an eye for all he saw ; He mixed in all our simple sports ; They pleased him , fresh from brawling courts And dusky purlieus of the law . O joy to him , in this retreat , İmmantled 66 IN MEMORIAM .
... din and steam of town ! He brought an eye for all he saw ; He mixed in all our simple sports ; They pleased him , fresh from brawling courts And dusky purlieus of the law . O joy to him , in this retreat , İmmantled 66 IN MEMORIAM .
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... court on earth , and sleep Encompassed by his faithful guard , And hear at times a sentinel Who moves about from place to place , And whispers to the worlds of space In the deep night , that all is well . CXXVI . AND all is well ...
... court on earth , and sleep Encompassed by his faithful guard , And hear at times a sentinel Who moves about from place to place , And whispers to the worlds of space In the deep night , that all is well . CXXVI . AND all is well ...
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... court of justice in his breast , Himself the judge and jury , and himself The prisoner at the bar , ever condemn'd : And that drags down his life : then comes what comes Hereafter ; and he meant , he said he meant , Perhaps he meant ...
... court of justice in his breast , Himself the judge and jury , and himself The prisoner at the bar , ever condemn'd : And that drags down his life : then comes what comes Hereafter ; and he meant , he said he meant , Perhaps he meant ...
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... all things , thou wilt see my grave : Thou wilt renew thy beauty morn by morn ; I earth in earth forget these empty courts , And thee returning on thy silver wheels . IDYLLS OF THE KING . " Flos Regum Arthurus . 196 TITHONUS .
... all things , thou wilt see my grave : Thou wilt renew thy beauty morn by morn ; I earth in earth forget these empty courts , And thee returning on thy silver wheels . IDYLLS OF THE KING . " Flos Regum Arthurus . 196 TITHONUS .
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... court , A tributary prince of Devon , one Of that great order of the Table Round , Had wedded Enid , Yniol's only child , And loved her , as he loved the light of Heaven . And as the light of Heaven varies , now At sunrise , now at ...
... court , A tributary prince of Devon , one Of that great order of the Table Round , Had wedded Enid , Yniol's only child , And loved her , as he loved the light of Heaven . And as the light of Heaven varies , now At sunrise , now at ...
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Página 178 - Came thro' the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.
Página 82 - RING out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light ; The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow ; The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Página 139 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Página 7 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Página 139 - The slender acacia would not shake One long milk-bloom on the tree * The white lake-blossom fell into the lake, As the pimpernel dozed on the lea ; But the rose was awake all night for your sake, Knowing your promise to me ; The lilies and roses were all awake, They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.
Página 155 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling ; And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I...
Página 37 - THAT each, who seems a separate whole. Should move his rounds, and fusing all The skirts of self again, should fall Remerging in the general Soul, Is faith as vague as all unsweet : Eternal form shall still divide The eternal soul from all beside ; And I shall know him when we meet...
Página 159 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river: For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Página 94 - THERE rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen ! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands ; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
Página 41 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...