The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson: Poet Laureate, Etc. Complete in Two Volumes, Svazek 1Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... hand , and make The bounds of freedom wider yet , By shaping some august decree , Which kept her throne unshaken stil ! Broad - based upon her people's will , And compassed by the inviolate sea . " MAROH , 1851 . POEMS . CLARIBEL . A ...
... hand , and make The bounds of freedom wider yet , By shaping some august decree , Which kept her throne unshaken stil ! Broad - based upon her people's will , And compassed by the inviolate sea . " MAROH , 1851 . POEMS . CLARIBEL . A ...
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... hand , The flush of angered shame O'erflows thy calmer glances , And o'er black brows drops down A sudden - curved frown : But when I turn away , Thou , willing me to stay , Wooest not , nor vainly wranglest , But , looking fixedly the ...
... hand , The flush of angered shame O'erflows thy calmer glances , And o'er black brows drops down A sudden - curved frown : But when I turn away , Thou , willing me to stay , Wooest not , nor vainly wranglest , But , looking fixedly the ...
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... hand ! oh cursed blow ! Oriana ! O happy thou that liest low , Oriana ! All night the silence seems to flow Beside me in my utter woe , Oriana . A weary , weary way I go , Oriana . When Norland winds pipe down the sea , Oriana , I walk ...
... hand ! oh cursed blow ! Oriana ! O happy thou that liest low , Oriana ! All night the silence seems to flow Beside me in my utter woe , Oriana . A weary , weary way I go , Oriana . When Norland winds pipe down the sea , Oriana , I walk ...
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... hand ? Or at the casement seen her stand ? Or is she known in all the land , The Lady of Shalott ? Only reapers , reaping early In among the bearded barley , Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly , Down to ...
... hand ? Or at the casement seen her stand ? Or is she known in all the land , The Lady of Shalott ? Only reapers , reaping early In among the bearded barley , Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly , Down to ...
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... hand , Droops both his wings , regarding thee , And so would languish evermore , Serene , imperial Eleänore . But when I see thee roam , with tresses unconfined , While the amorous , odorous wind Breathes low between the sunset and the ...
... hand , Droops both his wings , regarding thee , And so would languish evermore , Serene , imperial Eleänore . But when I see thee roam , with tresses unconfined , While the amorous , odorous wind Breathes low between the sunset and the ...
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Strana 193 - Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns.
Strana 186 - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Strana 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 ? 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.
Strana 183 - Old age hath yet his honor and his toil ; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
Strana 63 - Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, These three alone lead life to sovereign power. Yet not for power (power of herself Would come uncalled for), but to live by law, Acting the law we live by without fear; And, because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
Strana 125 - I am so deeply smitten thro' the helm That without help I cannot last till morn. Thou therefore take my brand Excalibur, Which was my pride: for thou rememberest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Rose up from out the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword — and how I...
Strana 254 - ... my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! 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.
Strana 183 - 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...
Strana 341 - ... the crimson petal, now the 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...
Strana 183 - Myself not least, but honour'd of them all; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.