The Poetical Works of Alfred TennysonHarper, 1870 - 246 Seiten |
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... comes on that knows not morn , When I shall cease to be all alone , To live forgotten , and love forlorn . " ELEÄNORE . 1 . THY dark eyes open'd not , Nor first reveal'd themselves to English air , For there is nothing here , Which ...
... comes on that knows not morn , When I shall cease to be all alone , To live forgotten , and love forlorn . " ELEÄNORE . 1 . THY dark eyes open'd not , Nor first reveal'd themselves to English air , For there is nothing here , Which ...
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... comes to - day , Pallas and Aphrodite , claiming each This meed of fairest . Thou , within the cave Behind yon ... come most welcome , seeing men , in power Only , are likest gods , who have attain'd Rest in a happy place and quiet seats ...
... comes to - day , Pallas and Aphrodite , claiming each This meed of fairest . Thou , within the cave Behind yon ... come most welcome , seeing men , in power Only , are likest gods , who have attain'd Rest in a happy place and quiet seats ...
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... come from the inmost hills , Like footsteps upon wool . I dimly see My far - off doubtful purpose , as a mother Conjectures of the features of her child Ere it is born : her child ! a shudder comes Across me : never child be born of me ...
... come from the inmost hills , Like footsteps upon wool . I dimly see My far - off doubtful purpose , as a mother Conjectures of the features of her child Ere it is born : her child ! a shudder comes Across me : never child be born of me ...
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... comes no murmur of reply . What is it that will take away my sin , And save me lest I die ? " She threw her royal robes away , The kingdom of her thought . Deep dread and loathing of her solitude Fell on her , from which mood was born ...
... comes no murmur of reply . What is it that will take away my sin , And save me lest I die ? " She threw her royal robes away , The kingdom of her thought . Deep dread and loathing of her solitude Fell on her , from which mood was born ...
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... come again , mother , beneath the waning light You'll never see me more in the long gray fields at night ; When from ... comes beneath the skies , And sweeter is the young lamb's voice to me that cannot rise , And sweet is all the land ...
... come again , mother , beneath the waning light You'll never see me more in the long gray fields at night ; When from ... comes beneath the skies , And sweeter is the young lamb's voice to me that cannot rise , And sweet is all the land ...
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Seite 112 - So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life; That I, considering everywhere Her secret meaning in her deeds, And finding that of fifty seeds She often brings but one to bear; I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro...
Seite 89 - O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Seite 56 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This...
Seite 122 - 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 140 - 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.
Seite 145 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them...
Seite 60 - From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue; Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm, With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunderstorm; Till the war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battle-flags were furl'd In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law. So I triumph'd ere my passion sweeping thro...
Seite 122 - Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind.
Seite 89 - Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. ' Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd 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.
Seite 222 - Himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world. Comfort thyself: what comfort is in me? I have lived my life, and that which I have done May He within Himself make pure! but thou, 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. For what are men better than sheep or goats...