The Poetic and Dramatic Works of Alfred, Lord TennysonHoughton Mifflin, 1898 - 887 páginas |
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... SMILE ' THE FALCON 708 772 . ' THOU CAMEST TO THY BOWER , THE CUP . 717 THE PROMISE OF MAY . 731 MY LOVE , ACROSS THE MUSKY GROVE ' 772 THE PASSIONS 772 CROSSING THE BAR 753 THE HIGH - PRIEST TO ALEXAN- APPENDIX . DER . 773 . I ...
... SMILE ' THE FALCON 708 772 . ' THOU CAMEST TO THY BOWER , THE CUP . 717 THE PROMISE OF MAY . 731 MY LOVE , ACROSS THE MUSKY GROVE ' 772 THE PASSIONS 772 CROSSING THE BAR 753 THE HIGH - PRIEST TO ALEXAN- APPENDIX . DER . 773 . I ...
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... smile with saint - like glances Like Thine own mother's when she bow'd Above Thee , on that happy morn When angels spake to men aloud , And Thou and peace to earth were born . Good - will to me as well as all I one of them ; my brothers ...
... smile with saint - like glances Like Thine own mother's when she bow'd Above Thee , on that happy morn When angels spake to men aloud , And Thou and peace to earth were born . Good - will to me as well as all I one of them ; my brothers ...
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... smile or frown be fleeter ? Whether smile or frown be sweeter , Who may know ? Frowns perfect - sweet along the brow Light - glooming over eyes divine , Like little clouds sun - fringed , are thine , Ever varying Madeline . Thy smile ...
... smile or frown be fleeter ? Whether smile or frown be sweeter , Who may know ? Frowns perfect - sweet along the brow Light - glooming over eyes divine , Like little clouds sun - fringed , are thine , Ever varying Madeline . Thy smile ...
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... should be ever , Flowing like a crystal river , Bright as light , and clear as wind . II Dark - brow'd sophist , come not anear ; All the place is holy ground ; Hollow smile and frozen sneer Come not here . Holy 14 JUVENILIA THE POET PAGH.
... should be ever , Flowing like a crystal river , Bright as light , and clear as wind . II Dark - brow'd sophist , come not anear ; All the place is holy ground ; Hollow smile and frozen sneer Come not here . Holy 14 JUVENILIA THE POET PAGH.
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson William James Rolfe. Hollow smile and frozen sneer Come not here . Holy water will I pour Into every spicy flower Of the laurel - shrubs that hedge it around . The flowers would faint at your cruel cheer ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson William James Rolfe. Hollow smile and frozen sneer Come not here . Holy water will I pour Into every spicy flower Of the laurel - shrubs that hedge it around . The flowers would faint at your cruel cheer ...
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Página 130 - O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Página 159 - STRONG Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove; Thine are these orbs of light and shade; Thou madest Life in man and brute ; Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot Is on the skull which thou hast made. Thou wilt not 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.
Página 437 - So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away.
Página 186 - 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. Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind.
Página 49 - Where the wallowing monster spouted his foamfountains in the sea. Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind, In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind.
Página 59 - And if indeed I cast the brand away, Surely a precious thing, one worthy note, Should thus be lost for ever from the earth, Which might have pleased the eyes of many men.
Página 130 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Página 155 - For woman is not undevelopt man, . But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain: his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow; The man be more of woman, she of man; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto...
Página 437 - Such times have been not since the light that led The holy Elders with the gift of myrrh. But now the whole Round Table is dissolved Which was an image of the mighty world, And I, the last, go forth companionless, And the days darken round me, and the years. Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
Página 172 - So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life; That I, considering everywhere Her secret meaning in her deeds, And finding that of fifty seeds She often brings but one to bear, I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro...