In memoriam [by A. Tennyson]. |
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... land , and Ireland . The whole comprehending a body of Information , Classical , Political , and Domestic , from the earliest accounts to the present time . NINTH EDITION , with additions and corrections by B. VINCENT , Assistant ...
... land , and Ireland . The whole comprehending a body of Information , Classical , Political , and Domestic , from the earliest accounts to the present time . NINTH EDITION , with additions and corrections by B. VINCENT , Assistant ...
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... land to - day , And I went down unto the quay , And found thee lying in the port ; And standing , muffled round with woe , Should see thy passengers in rank Come stepping lightly down the plank , And beckoning unto those they know ; And ...
... land to - day , And I went down unto the quay , And found thee lying in the port ; And standing , muffled round with woe , Should see thy passengers in rank Come stepping lightly down the plank , And beckoning unto those they know ; And ...
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... land . ' Tis little ; but it looks in truth As if the quiet bones were blest Among familiar names to rest And in the places of his youth . Come then , pure hands , and bear the head That sleeps or wears the mask of sleep , And come ...
... land . ' Tis little ; but it looks in truth As if the quiet bones were blest Among familiar names to rest And in the places of his youth . Come then , pure hands , and bear the head That sleeps or wears the mask of sleep , And come ...
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... land ; And in a circle hand - in - hand Sat silent , looking each at each . Then echo - like our voices rang ; We sung , tho ' every eye was dim , A merry song we sang with him Last year impetuously we sang : : We ceased a gentler ...
... land ; And in a circle hand - in - hand Sat silent , looking each at each . Then echo - like our voices rang ; We sung , tho ' every eye was dim , A merry song we sang with him Last year impetuously we sang : : We ceased a gentler ...
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... land , Whose jest among his friends is free , Who takes the children on his knee , And winds their curls about his hand : He plays with threads , he beats his chair For pastime , dreaming of the sky ; His inner day can never die , His ...
... land , Whose jest among his friends is free , Who takes the children on his knee , And winds their curls about his hand : He plays with threads , he beats his chair For pastime , dreaming of the sky ; His inner day can never die , His ...
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beat Behold bells bliss blood bloom break breast breath brows calm churl cloth cloud COLERIDGE'S crown'd Danube dark darken'd dead dear Death deep dipt divine doubt DOVER STREET dream dust dying earth EDITION EDWARD MOXON ev'n evermore eyes fair faith fall fall'n fancy fear flower foolscap 8vo gloom grave grief half hand happy happy days harp hath hear heart heaven hills hope Hope and Fear hour human land leave light lips lives look look'd love thee marge mind moon move Muse night o'er peace POEMS price 68 regret rills Ring rise ROGERS'S round seem'd shade Shadow SHAKESPEARE SHELLEY'S shore sing sleep song sorrow soul star sweet tears thine things thou art thought thro touch'd trust truth unto voice volume weep wert whisper WHITEFRIARS wild wild bells WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wilt wind wings wood words wrought yonder
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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