In memoriam [by A. Tennyson]. |
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... breath , What whispers from thy lying lip ? ' The stars , ' she whispers , ' blindly run ; A web is wov'n across the sky ; From out waste places comes a cry , And murmurs from the dying sun : And all the phantom , Nature , stands- With ...
... breath , What whispers from thy lying lip ? ' The stars , ' she whispers , ' blindly run ; A web is wov'n across the sky ; From out waste places comes a cry , And murmurs from the dying sun : And all the phantom , Nature , stands- With ...
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... breathing voice . Come Time , and teach me many years Mine I do not suffer in a dream ; For now so strange do these things seem , eyes have leisure for their tears ; My fancies time to rise on wing , And glance 20 20.
... breathing voice . Come Time , and teach me many years Mine I do not suffer in a dream ; For now so strange do these things seem , eyes have leisure for their tears ; My fancies time to rise on wing , And glance 20 20.
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... breathe thee over lonely seas . For I in spirit saw thee move Thro ' circles of the bounding sky , Week after week : the days go by : Come quick , thou bringest all I love . Henceforth , wherever thou may'st roam , My blessing , like a ...
... breathe thee over lonely seas . For I in spirit saw thee move Thro ' circles of the bounding sky , Week after week : the days go by : Come quick , thou bringest all I love . Henceforth , wherever thou may'st roam , My blessing , like a ...
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... And hear the ritual of the dead . Ah yet , ev'n yet , if this might be , I , falling on his faithful heart , Would breathing thro ' his lips impart The life that almost dies in me ; That dies not , but endures with pain , And 330.
... And hear the ritual of the dead . Ah yet , ev'n yet , if this might be , I , falling on his faithful heart , Would breathing thro ' his lips impart The life that almost dies in me ; That dies not , but endures with pain , And 330.
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... breathe a thousand tender vows , Are but as servants in a house Where lies the master newly dead ; Who speak their feeling as it is , And weep ... breath , Or like to noiseless phantoms flit : D 6 But open converse is there none , So much 33.
... breathe a thousand tender vows , Are but as servants in a house Where lies the master newly dead ; Who speak their feeling as it is , And weep ... breath , Or like to noiseless phantoms flit : D 6 But open converse is there none , So much 33.
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Seite 82 - Thou makest thine appeal to me: I bring to life, I bring to death; The spirit does but mean the breath: I know no more.
Seite 80 - The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
Seite 163 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Seite 69 - THE baby new to earth and sky, What time his tender palm is prest Against the circle of the breast, Has never thought that " this is I :" But as he grows he gathers much, And learns the use of "I," and "me," And finds "I am not what I see, And other than the things I touch.
Seite 7 - 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 11 - 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 211 - Whereof the man, that with me trod This planet, was a noble type Appearing ere the times were ripe, That friend of mine who lives in God, That God, which ever lives and loves, One God, one law, one element, And one far-off divine event, To which the whole creation moves.
Seite 53 - HER eyes are homes of silent prayer, Nor other thought her mind admits But, he was dead, and there he sits, And he that brought him back is there. Then one deep love doth supersede All other, when her ardent gaze Roves from the living brother's face, And rests upon the Life indeed. All subtle thought, all curious fears, Borne down by gladness so complete, She bows, she bathes the Saviour's feet With costly spikenard and with tears.
Seite 78 - That not a worm is cloven in vain ; That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivel'd in a. fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. Behold, we know not anything ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring.
Seite 71 - That each, who seems a separate whole, Should move his rounds, and fusing all The skirts of self again, should fall Remerging in the general Soul, Is faith as vague as all unsweet. Eternal form shall still divide The eternal soul from all beside; And I shall know him when we meet; And we shall sit at endless feast, Enjoying each the other's good.