In memoriam [by A. Tennyson]. |
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... rings the gateway bell , And learns her gone and far from home ; He saddens , all the magic light Dies off at once from bower and hall , And all the place is dark , and all The chambers emptied of delight : So find I every pleasant spot ...
... rings the gateway bell , And learns her gone and far from home ; He saddens , all the magic light Dies off at once from bower and hall , And all the place is dark , and all The chambers emptied of delight : So find I every pleasant spot ...
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... - forgotten mind . But what of that ? My darken'd ways Shall ring with music all the same ; To breathe my loss is more than fame , To utter love more sweet than praise . LXXVII . AGAIN at Christmas did we weave The holly 106.
... - forgotten mind . But what of that ? My darken'd ways Shall ring with music all the same ; To breathe my loss is more than fame , To utter love more sweet than praise . LXXVII . AGAIN at Christmas did we weave The holly 106.
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... ring , And one an inner , here and there ; And last the master - bowman , he , Erbating Club Would cleave the mark . A willing ear We lent him . Who , but hung to hear The rapt oration flowing free From point to point , with power and ...
... ring , And one an inner , here and there ; And last the master - bowman , he , Erbating Club Would cleave the mark . A willing ear We lent him . Who , but hung to hear The rapt oration flowing free From point to point , with power and ...
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... Rings Eden thro ' the budded quicks , O tell me where the senses mix , O tell me where the passions meet , Whence radiate : fierce extremes employ Thy spirits in the darkening leaf , And in the midmost heart of grief Thy passion clasps ...
... Rings Eden thro ' the budded quicks , O tell me where the senses mix , O tell me where the passions meet , Whence radiate : fierce extremes employ Thy spirits in the darkening leaf , And in the midmost heart of grief Thy passion clasps ...
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... What lightens in the lucid east Of rising worlds by yonder wood . Long sleeps the summer in the seed ; Run out your measured arcs , and lead The closing cycle rich in good . 163 CV . RING out wild bells to the wild 162.
... What lightens in the lucid east Of rising worlds by yonder wood . Long sleeps the summer in the seed ; Run out your measured arcs , and lead The closing cycle rich in good . 163 CV . RING out wild bells to the wild 162.
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beat bells blood break breast breath bring calm cloth cloud cold COLERIDGE'S dark dead dear Death deep divine doubt draw dream dust earth EDITION eyes face fail fair faith fall fancy fear feel flower foolscap 8vo gloom grave grief grow half hand happy hath hear heard heart hills hold hope hour human land leave light lips lives look lost meet mind morn move nature never night o'er once pain pass past peace POEMS POETICAL race range rest Ring rise round Shadow shore sing sleep song sorrow soul sound speak spirit Spring star strange summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thousand thro touch true trust truth unto voice volume whisper wild wind wings wood wrought
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Seite 8 - 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.
Seite 8 - Thou seemest human and divine, The highest, holiest manhood, thou : Our wills are ours, we know not how Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
Seite 76 - 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 destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Seite 191 - 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 goBut in my spirit will I dwell, And dream my dream, and hold it true ; For tho' my lips may breathe adieu, I cannot think the thing farewell.
Seite 45 - The time draws near the birth of Christ; The moon is hid, the night is still; A single church below the hill Is pealing, folded in the mist. A single peal of bells below, That wakens at this hour of rest A single murmur in the breast, That these are not the bells I know. Like strangers...
Seite 9 - A hand that can be clasp'd no more—• Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.
Seite 160 - THE time draws near the birth of Christ : The moon is hid ; the night is still ; The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist. Four voices of four hamlets round, From far and near, on mead and moor, Swell out and fail, as if a door Were shut between me and the sound : Each voice four changes on the wind, That now dilate, and now decrease, Peace and goodwill...
Seite 36 - A time to sicken and to swoon, When Science reaches forth her arms To feel from world to world, and charms Her secret from the latest moon?' Behold, ye speak an idle thing : Ye never knew the sacred dust t I do but sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing...
Seite 192 - Nor thro' the questions men may try, The petty cobwebs we have spun : If e'er when faith had fallen asleep, I heard a voice, 'Believe no more,' And heard an ever-breaking shore That tumbled in the Godless deep ; A warmth within the breast would melt The freezing reason's colder part, And like a man in wrath the heart Stood up and answer'd,
Seite 144 - He fought his doubts and gather'd strength, He would not make his judgment blind, He faced the spectres of the mind And laid them: thus he came at length To find a stronger faith his own; And Power was with him in the night, Which makes the darkness and the light, And dwells not in the light alone, But in the darkness and the cloud, As over Sinai's peaks of old, While Israel made their gods of gold, Altho