The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson: Poet Laureate, Etc. Complete in Two Volumes, Svazek 1Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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Strana 9
... Past Yabbok brook the livelong night , And heaven's mazed signs stood still In the dim tract of Penuel . MADELINE . THOU art not steeped in golden languors , No tranced summer calm is thine , Ever varying Madeline . Through light and ...
... Past Yabbok brook the livelong night , And heaven's mazed signs stood still In the dim tract of Penuel . MADELINE . THOU art not steeped in golden languors , No tranced summer calm is thine , Ever varying Madeline . Through light and ...
Strana 17
... past , To glorify the present ; oh , haste , Visit my low desire ! Strengthen me , enlighten me ! I faint in this obscurity , Thou dewy dawn of memory . II . Come not as thou camest of late , Flinging the gloom of yesternight On the ...
... past , To glorify the present ; oh , haste , Visit my low desire ! Strengthen me , enlighten me ! I faint in this obscurity , Thou dewy dawn of memory . II . Come not as thou camest of late , Flinging the gloom of yesternight On the ...
Strana 21
... rose - bush leans upon , Thou that faintly smilest still , As a Naiad in a well , Looking at the set of day , Or a phantom two hours old Of a maiden past away , Ere the placid lips be cold ? Wherefore those faint ADELINE . 21 Adeline.
... rose - bush leans upon , Thou that faintly smilest still , As a Naiad in a well , Looking at the set of day , Or a phantom two hours old Of a maiden past away , Ere the placid lips be cold ? Wherefore those faint ADELINE . 21 Adeline.
Strana 44
... past Into deep orange o'er the sea , Low on her knees herself she cast , Before Our Lady murmured she ; Complaining , " Mother , give me grace To help me of my weary load . " And on the liquid mirror glowed The clear perfection of her ...
... past Into deep orange o'er the sea , Low on her knees herself she cast , Before Our Lady murmured she ; Complaining , " Mother , give me grace To help me of my weary load . " And on the liquid mirror glowed The clear perfection of her ...
Strana 52
... past into the level flood , And there a vision caught my eye ; The reflex of a beauteous form , A glowing arm , a gleaming neck , As when a sunbeam wavers warm Within the dark and dimpled beck . For you remember , you had set , That ...
... past into the level flood , And there a vision caught my eye ; The reflex of a beauteous form , A glowing arm , a gleaming neck , As when a sunbeam wavers warm Within the dark and dimpled beck . For you remember , you had set , That ...
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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.