The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Complete in Two Volumes, Tom 2Ticknor and Fields, 1861 |
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... the Rev. F. D. Maurice . 174 Will 175 The Charge of the Light Brigade .. 176 The Grandmother's Apology .. Sea Dreams . Tithonus Idylls of the King . 178 185 194 197 IN MEMORIAM . STRONG Son of God , immortal Love Bift.
... the Rev. F. D. Maurice . 174 Will 175 The Charge of the Light Brigade .. 176 The Grandmother's Apology .. Sea Dreams . Tithonus Idylls of the King . 178 185 194 197 IN MEMORIAM . STRONG Son of God , immortal Love Bift.
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... kings ; And yet myself have heard him say , That not in any mother town With statelier progress to and fro The double tides of chariots flow By park and suburb under brown Of lustier leaves ; nor more content , He told IN MEMORIAM . 75.
... kings ; And yet myself have heard him say , That not in any mother town With statelier progress to and fro The double tides of chariots flow By park and suburb under brown Of lustier leaves ; nor more content , He told IN MEMORIAM . 75.
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... . vague desire THE churl in spirit , up or down , Along the scale of ranks , through all To him who grasps a golden ball By blood a king , at heart a clown ; The churl in spirit , howe'er he veil His want 86 IN MEMORIAM .
... . vague desire THE churl in spirit , up or down , Along the scale of ranks , through all To him who grasps a golden ball By blood a king , at heart a clown ; The churl in spirit , howe'er he veil His want 86 IN MEMORIAM .
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... King , And in his presence I attend To hear the tidings of my friend , Which every hour his couriers bring . Love is and was my King and Lord , And will be , though as yet I keep Within his court on earth , and sleep Encompassed by his ...
... King , And in his presence I attend To hear the tidings of my friend , Which every hour his couriers bring . Love is and was my King and Lord , And will be , though as yet I keep Within his court on earth , and sleep Encompassed by his ...
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... kings , Tho ' the state has done it and thrice as well : This broad - brimm'd hawker of holy things , Whose ear is stuff'd with his cotton , and rings Even in dreams to the chink of his pence , This huckster put down war ! can he tell ...
... kings , Tho ' the state has done it and thrice as well : This broad - brimm'd hawker of holy things , Whose ear is stuff'd with his cotton , and rings Even in dreams to the chink of his pence , This huckster put down war ! can he tell ...
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Strona 178 - Came thro' the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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...