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M. For when my passion first began , Ere that which in me burned , The love that
makes me thrice a man , Could hope itself returned ; IV . To yonder oak within the
field I spoke without restraint , And with a larger faith appealed Than Papist unto ...
M. For when my passion first began , Ere that which in me burned , The love that
makes me thrice a man , Could hope itself returned ; IV . To yonder oak within the
field I spoke without restraint , And with a larger faith appealed Than Papist unto ...
Strona 28
in mimic cadence answered James “ Ah , folly ! for it lies so far away , Not in our
time , nor in our children's time , ' Tis like the second world to us that live , ' T were
all as one to fix our hopes on Heaven As on this vision of the golden year .
in mimic cadence answered James “ Ah , folly ! for it lies so far away , Not in our
time , nor in our children's time , ' Tis like the second world to us that live , ' T were
all as one to fix our hopes on Heaven As on this vision of the golden year .
Strona 56
This truth within thy mind rehearse , That in a boundless universe Is boundless
better , boundless worse , “ Think you this mould of hopes and fears Could find
no statelier than his peers In yonder hundred million spheres ? ” It spake ,
moreover ...
This truth within thy mind rehearse , That in a boundless universe Is boundless
better , boundless worse , “ Think you this mould of hopes and fears Could find
no statelier than his peers In yonder hundred million spheres ? ” It spake ,
moreover ...
Strona 60
... sleep in trust ; The right ear , that is filled with dust , Hears little of the false or
just . ” “ Hard task , to pluck resolve , " I cried , “ From emptiness and the waste
wide Of that abyss , or scornful pride ! · Nay- rather yet that I could raise One hope
60 ...
... sleep in trust ; The right ear , that is filled with dust , Hears little of the false or
just . ” “ Hard task , to pluck resolve , " I cried , “ From emptiness and the waste
wide Of that abyss , or scornful pride ! · Nay- rather yet that I could raise One hope
60 ...
Strona 61
Nay- rather yet that I could raise One hope that warmed me in the days While still
I yearned for human praise . When , wide in soul and bold of tongue , Among the
tents I paused and sung , The distant battle flashed and rung . “ I sung the joyful ...
Nay- rather yet that I could raise One hope that warmed me in the days While still
I yearned for human praise . When , wide in soul and bold of tongue , Among the
tents I paused and sung , The distant battle flashed and rung . “ I sung the joyful ...
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Strona 31 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, ^ Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Strona 45 - In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.
Strona 35 - Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
Strona 46 - Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
Strona 36 - Then her cheek was pale and thinner than should be for one so young, And her eyes on all my motions with a mute observance hung. And I said, 'My cousin Amy, speak, and speak the truth to me, Trust me, cousin, all the current of my being sets to thee.
Strona 89 - To sleep thro' terms of mighty wars, And wake on science grown to more, On secrets of the brain, the stars, As wild as aught of fairy lore; And all that else the years will show. The Poet-forms of stronger hours, The vast Republics that may grow, The Federations and the Powers; Titanic forces taking birth In divers seasons, divers climes; For we are Ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times. So sleeping, so aroused from sleep Thro' sunny decads new and strange, Or gay quinquenniads would...
Informacje bibliograficzne
| Tytuł | Poems Poems, Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson |
| Autor | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson |
| Wydawca | Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1851 |
| W formie oryginalnej | Uniwersytet Harvarda |
| W formie cyfrowej | 16 Lis 2007 |
| Liczba stron | 278 |
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