The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Complete in Two Volumes, Tom 2Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... tell , And something written , something thought ; Expecting still his advent home ; And ever met him on his way With wishes , thinking , here to - day , Or here to - morrow will he come . O , somewhere , meek unconscious dove , That ...
... tell , And something written , something thought ; Expecting still his advent home ; And ever met him on his way With wishes , thinking , here to - day , Or here to - morrow will he come . O , somewhere , meek unconscious dove , That ...
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... tell him all my pain , And how my life had drooped of late , And he should sorrow o'er my state , And marvel what possessed my brain ; And I perceive no touch of change , No hint of death in all his frame , But found him all in all the ...
... tell him all my pain , And how my life had drooped of late , And he should sorrow o'er my state , And marvel what possessed my brain ; And I perceive no touch of change , No hint of death in all his frame , But found him all in all the ...
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... telling what it is to die , Had surely added praise to praise . From every house the neighbors met , The streets were filled with joyful sound ; A solemn gladness even crowned The purple brows of Olivet . Behold a man raised up by ...
... telling what it is to die , Had surely added praise to praise . From every house the neighbors met , The streets were filled with joyful sound ; A solemn gladness even crowned The purple brows of Olivet . Behold a man raised up by ...
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... tell them all they would have told , And bring her babe , and make her boast , Till even those that missed her most Shall count new things as dear as old ! But thou and I have shaken hands , Till growing winters lay me low ; My paths ...
... tell them all they would have told , And bring her babe , and make her boast , Till even those that missed her most Shall count new things as dear as old ! But thou and I have shaken hands , Till growing winters lay me low ; My paths ...
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... tell thee all . XLIV . THE baby new to earth and sky , What time his tender palm is pressed Against the circle of the breast , Has never thought that " this is I : " But as he grows he gathers much , And learns the use of " I , " and ...
... tell thee all . XLIV . THE baby new to earth and sky , What time his tender palm is pressed Against the circle of the breast , Has never thought that " this is I : " But as he grows he gathers much , And learns the use of " I , " and ...
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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 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 154 - I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Strona 178 - Then they rode back, but not Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well Came thro...
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...
Strona 5 - 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.
Strona 83 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease ; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Strona 5 - Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be; They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
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; And we shall sit at endless feast, Enjoying each the other's good.
Strona 46 - Who breaks his birth's invidious bar, And grasps the skirts of happy chance, And breasts the blows of circumstance, And grapples with his evil star...