The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson. [Vol.8,9 are of the 1878 ed. With] The dramatic works [&c.]. |
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... move ourselves , or are moved by an unseen hand at a game That pushes us off from the board , and others ever succeed ? Ah yet , we cannot be kind to each other here for an hour ; We whisper , and hint , and chuckle , and grin at a ...
... move ourselves , or are moved by an unseen hand at a game That pushes us off from the board , and others ever succeed ? Ah yet , we cannot be kind to each other here for an hour ; We whisper , and hint , and chuckle , and grin at a ...
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... me a choice But to move to the meadow and fall before Her feet on the meadow grass , and adore , Not her , who is neither courtly nor kind , Not her , not her , but a voice . VI . I. ORNING arises stormy and pale , No 24 MAUD .
... me a choice But to move to the meadow and fall before Her feet on the meadow grass , and adore , Not her , who is neither courtly nor kind , Not her , not her , but a voice . VI . I. ORNING arises stormy and pale , No 24 MAUD .
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... I felt she was slowly dying Vext with lawyers and harass'd with debt : For how often I caught her with eyes all wet , Shaking her head at her son and sighing A world of trouble within ! IV . And Maud too , Maud was moved To 9 ए MAUD . 39.
... I felt she was slowly dying Vext with lawyers and harass'd with debt : For how often I caught her with eyes all wet , Shaking her head at her son and sighing A world of trouble within ! IV . And Maud too , Maud was moved To 9 ए MAUD . 39.
Strona 66
... moved To speak of the mother she loved As one scarce less forlorn , Dying abroad and it seems apart From him who had ceased to share her heart , And ever mourning over the feud , The household Fury sprinkled with blood By which our ...
... moved To speak of the mother she loved As one scarce less forlorn , Dying abroad and it seems apart From him who had ceased to share her heart , And ever mourning over the feud , The household Fury sprinkled with blood By which our ...
Strona 75
... moving round Here at the head of a tinkling fall , And trying to pass to the sea ; O Rivulet , born at the Hall , My Maud has sent it by thee ( If I read her sweet will right ) On a blushing mission to me , Saying in odour and colour ...
... moving round Here at the head of a tinkling fall , And trying to pass to the sea ; O Rivulet , born at the Hall , My Maud has sent it by thee ( If I read her sweet will right ) On a blushing mission to me , Saying in odour and colour ...
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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.