The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson. [Vol.8,9 are of the 1878 ed. With] The dramatic works [&c.]. |
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... mind , When who but a fool would have faith in a trades- man's ware or his word ? Is it peace or war ? Civil war , as I think , and that of a kind The viler , as underhand , not openly bearing the sword . VIII . Sooner or later I too ...
... mind , When who but a fool would have faith in a trades- man's ware or his word ? Is it peace or war ? Civil war , as I think , and that of a kind The viler , as underhand , not openly bearing the sword . VIII . Sooner or later I too ...
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... mind With a joy in which I cannot rejoice , A glory I shall not find . Still ! I will hear you no more , For your sweetness hardly leaves me a choice But to move to the meadow and fall before Her feet on the meadow grass , and adore ...
... mind With a joy in which I cannot rejoice , A glory I shall not find . Still ! I will hear you no more , For your sweetness hardly leaves me a choice But to move to the meadow and fall before Her feet on the meadow grass , and adore ...
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... mind The bitter springs of anger and fear ; Down too , down at your own fireside , With the evil tongue and the evil ear , For each is at war with mankind . IV . I wish I could hear again The chivalrous battle - song That she warbled ...
... mind The bitter springs of anger and fear ; Down too , down at your own fireside , With the evil tongue and the evil ear , For each is at war with mankind . IV . I wish I could hear again The chivalrous battle - song That she warbled ...
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... but a step to be made . III . The fancy flatter'd my mind , And again seem'd overbold ; Now I thought that she cared for me , Now I thought she was kind Only because she was cold . 51 IV . I heard no sound where I stood 50 MAUD .
... but a step to be made . III . The fancy flatter'd my mind , And again seem'd overbold ; Now I thought that she cared for me , Now I thought she was kind Only because she was cold . 51 IV . I heard no sound where I stood 50 MAUD .
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... drawn ; Felt a horror over me creep , Prickle my skin and catch my breath , Knew that the leath - white curtain meant but sleep , Yet I shudder'd and thought like a fool of the sleep of death . XV . O dark a mind within me dwells , MAUD .
... drawn ; Felt a horror over me creep , Prickle my skin and catch my breath , Knew that the leath - white curtain meant but sleep , Yet I shudder'd and thought like a fool of the sleep of death . XV . O dark a mind within me dwells , MAUD .
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Strona 123 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Strona 174 - Came through the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.
Strona 171 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!" he said. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Strona 76 - For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die.
Strona 97 - A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee : Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
Strona 77 - She is weary of dance and play.' Now half to the setting moon are gone, And half to the rising day ; Low on the sand and loud on the stone The last wheel echoes away.
Strona 79 - And the soul of the rose went into my blood. As the music clash'd in the hall; And long by the garden lake I stood, For I heard your rivulet fall From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood, Our wood, that is dearer than all...
Strona 148 - Of Europe, keep our noble England whole, And save the one true seed of freedom sown Betwixt a people and their ancient throne, That sober freedom out of which there springs Our loyal passion for our temperate kings!
Strona 141 - O friends, our chief state-oracle is mute : Mourn for the man of long-enduring blood, The statesman-warrior, moderate, resolute, Whole in himself, a common good. Mourn for the man of amplest influence, Yet clearest of ambitious crime...
Strona 41 - Let the sweet heavens endure, Not close and darken above me Before I am quite quite sure That there is one to love me ; Then let come what come may To a life that has been so sad, I shall have had my day.