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Strona 8
An hour had past -- and , sitting straight Within the low - wheeled chaise , Her
mother trundled to the gate Behind the dappled grays . “ But , as for her , she
staid at home , And on the roof she went , And down the way you use to come
She ...
An hour had past -- and , sitting straight Within the low - wheeled chaise , Her
mother trundled to the gate Behind the dappled grays . “ But , as for her , she
staid at home , And on the roof she went , And down the way you use to come
She ...
Strona 51
... and there I shaped The city's ancient legend into this : Not only we , the latest
seed of Time , New men , that in the flying of a wheel Cry down the past , not only
we , that prate Of rights and wrongs , have loved the people well , And loathed to
...
... and there I shaped The city's ancient legend into this : Not only we , the latest
seed of Time , New men , that in the flying of a wheel Cry down the past , not only
we , that prate Of rights and wrongs , have loved the people well , And loathed to
...
Strona 72
Or if through lower lives I came Though all experience past became Consolidate
in mind and frame “ I might forget my weaker lot ; For is not our first year forgot ?
The haunts of memory echo not . “ And men , whose reason long was blind ...
Or if through lower lives I came Though all experience past became Consolidate
in mind and frame “ I might forget my weaker lot ; For is not our first year forgot ?
The haunts of memory echo not . “ And men , whose reason long was blind ...
Strona 78
O , LADY FLORA , let me speak : A pleasant hour has past away While ,
dreaming on your damask cheek , The dewy sister - eyelids lay . As by the lattice
you reclined , , I went through many wayward moods To see you dreaming - and ,
behind ...
O , LADY FLORA , let me speak : A pleasant hour has past away While ,
dreaming on your damask cheek , The dewy sister - eyelids lay . As by the lattice
you reclined , , I went through many wayward moods To see you dreaming - and ,
behind ...
Strona 113
So mix forever with the past , Like all good things on earth ! For should I prize
thee , couldst thou last , At half thy real worth ? I hold it good , good things should
pass : With time I will not quarrel : It is but yonder empty glass That makes me ...
So mix forever with the past , Like all good things on earth ! For should I prize
thee , couldst thou last , At half thy real worth ? I hold it good , good things should
pass : With time I will not quarrel : It is but yonder empty glass That makes me ...
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Strona 37 - Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Strona 44 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the- world, and all the wonder that would be...
Strona 99 - MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Strona 272 - 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...
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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