The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Complete in Two Volumes, Volumen2Ticknor and Fields, 1861 |
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... leave us in the dust : Thou madest man , he knows not why ; He thinks he was not made to die ; And thou hast made him : thou art just . Thou seemest human and divine , The highest , holiest manhood , thou : Our wills are ours , we know ...
... leave us in the dust : Thou madest man , he knows not why ; He thinks he was not made to die ; And thou hast made him : thou art just . Thou seemest human and divine , The highest , holiest manhood , thou : Our wills are ours , we know ...
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... leaves that redden to the fall ; And in my heart , if calm at all , If any calm , a calm despair : Calm on the seas , and silver ... leave the cliffs , and haste away O'er ocean mirrors rounded large , And reach the glow 14 IN MEMORIAM .
... leaves that redden to the fall ; And in my heart , if calm at all , If any calm , a calm despair : Calm on the seas , and silver ... leave the cliffs , and haste away O'er ocean mirrors rounded large , And reach the glow 14 IN MEMORIAM .
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... Leave thou thy sister , when she prays , Her early Heaven , her happy views ; Nor thou with shadowed hint confuse A life that leads melodious days . Her faith through form is pure as thine , Her hands are quicker unto good . O , sacred ...
... Leave thou thy sister , when she prays , Her early Heaven , her happy views ; Nor thou with shadowed hint confuse A life that leads melodious days . Her faith through form is pure as thine , Her hands are quicker unto good . O , sacred ...
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... leave of home , And hopes and light regrets that come Make April of her tender eyes ; And doubtful joys the father move , And tears are on the mother's face , As parting , with a long embrace , She enters other realms of love ; Her ...
... leave of home , And hopes and light regrets that come Make April of her tender eyes ; And doubtful joys the father move , And tears are on the mother's face , As parting , with a long embrace , She enters other realms of love ; Her ...
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... leave behind : Methinks my friend is richly shrined ; But I shall pass ; my work will fail . Yet in these ears , till hearing dies , One set slow bell will seem to toll The passing of the sweetest soul That ever looked with human eyes ...
... leave behind : Methinks my friend is richly shrined ; But I shall pass ; my work will fail . Yet in these ears , till hearing dies , One set slow bell will seem to toll The passing of the sweetest soul That ever looked with human eyes ...
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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...