The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Complete in Two Volumes, Volumen2Ticknor and Fields, 1861 |
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... . VIII . A HAPPY lover who has come To look on her that loves him well , Who lights , and rings the gateway bell , And learns her gone , and far from home , He saddens , all the magic light Dies off at IN MEMORIAM . 11.
... . VIII . A HAPPY lover who has come To look on her that loves him well , Who lights , and rings the gateway bell , And learns her gone , and far from home , He saddens , all the magic light Dies off at IN MEMORIAM . 11.
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... gone . " XXI . I SING to him that rests below , And , since the grasses round me wave , I take the grasses of the grave , And make them pipes whereon to blow . The traveller hears me now and then , And sometimes harshly will he speak ...
... gone . " XXI . I SING to him that rests below , And , since the grasses round me wave , I take the grasses of the grave , And make them pipes whereon to blow . The traveller hears me now and then , And sometimes harshly will he speak ...
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... gone by , Gray nurses , loving nothing new ; Why should they miss their yearly due Before their time ? They too will die . XXX . WITH trembling fingers did we weave The holly round the Christmas hearth ; A rainy cloud possessed the ...
... gone by , Gray nurses , loving nothing new ; Why should they miss their yearly due Before their time ? They too will die . XXX . WITH trembling fingers did we weave The holly round the Christmas hearth ; A rainy cloud possessed the ...
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... gone . No joy the blowing season gives , The herald melodies of spring , But in the songs I love to sing A doubtful gleam of solace lives . If any care for what is here Survive in spirits rendered free , Then are these songs I sing of ...
... gone . No joy the blowing season gives , The herald melodies of spring , But in the songs I love to sing A doubtful gleam of solace lives . If any care for what is here Survive in spirits rendered free , Then are these songs I sing of ...
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... gone : I care for nothing , all shall go . " Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life , I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more . " And he , shall he , Man , her last work , who seemed so fair ...
... gone : I care for nothing , all shall go . " Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life , I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more . " And he , shall he , Man , her last work , who seemed so fair ...
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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...