The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Complete in Two VolumesTicknor and Fields, 1861 |
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... Beauty .. The Arrival The Revival The Departure . Moral . L'Envoi . Epilogue . Amphion · .. St. Agnes ' Eve .. Sir Galahad . Edward Gray . • • .. Will Waterproof's Lyrical Monologue . Lady Clare .. The Lord vi CONTENTS .
... Beauty .. The Arrival The Revival The Departure . Moral . L'Envoi . Epilogue . Amphion · .. St. Agnes ' Eve .. Sir Galahad . Edward Gray . • • .. Will Waterproof's Lyrical Monologue . Lady Clare .. The Lord vi CONTENTS .
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... Lord of Burleigh . Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere A Farewell .. The Beggar Maid . • The Vision of Sin .. • The Skipping Rope .. Move eastward , happy earth , and leave * Break , break , break The Poct's Song • The Princess . PAGE 231 ...
... Lord of Burleigh . Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere A Farewell .. The Beggar Maid . • The Vision of Sin .. • The Skipping Rope .. Move eastward , happy earth , and leave * Break , break , break The Poct's Song • The Princess . PAGE 231 ...
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... lord and dame , And round the prow they read her name , The Lady of Shalott . Who is this ? and what is here ? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer ; And they crossed themselves for fear , All the knights at ...
... lord and dame , And round the prow they read her name , The Lady of Shalott . Who is this ? and what is here ? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer ; And they crossed themselves for fear , All the knights at ...
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... Lord over Nature , Lord of the visible earth , Lord of the senses five ; Communing with herself : " All these are mine , And let the world have peace or wars , ' Tis one to me . " She - when young night divine Crowned dying day with ...
... Lord over Nature , Lord of the visible earth , Lord of the senses five ; Communing with herself : " All these are mine , And let the world have peace or wars , ' Tis one to me . " She - when young night divine Crowned dying day with ...
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... Lord , King Arthur : then , because his wound was deep , The bold Sir Bedivere uplifted him , Sir Bedivere , the last of all his knights , And bore him to a chapel nigh the field , A broken chancel with a broken cross , That stood on a ...
... Lord , King Arthur : then , because his wound was deep , The bold Sir Bedivere uplifted him , Sir Bedivere , the last of all his knights , And bore him to a chapel nigh the field , A broken chancel with a broken cross , That stood on a ...
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Strona 131 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Strona 192 - 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 ; Saw the heavens...
Strona 130 - If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
Strona 341 - ... white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk ; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font : The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake : So fold thyself, my dearest,...
Strona 184 - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
Strona 255 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Strona 294 - On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Strona 7 - Upon the middle of the night, Waking she heard the night-fowl crow: The cock sung out an hour ere light: From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her: without hope of change, In sleep she seemed to walk forlorn, Till cold winds woke the gray-eyed morn About the lonely moated grange. She only said, "The day is dreary, He cometh not," she said; She said, "I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!
Strona 127 - King Arthur's sword, Excalibur, Wrought by the lonely maiden of the Lake. Nine years she wrought it, sitting in the deeps Upon the hidden bases of the hills.
Strona 93 - All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave? 5° All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence — ripen, fall, and cease: Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease.