Tennysoniana: Notes Bibliographical and Critical on Early Poems of Alfred & C. Tennyson [etc., Etc.] ...

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B. M. Pickering, 1866 - Počet stran: 170

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Strana 68 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead, Than you shall hear the surly, sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled." —Sonnet 71. " Unless you would devise some virtuous lie, To do more for me than mine own desert, And hang more praise upon deceased I Than niggard truth would willingly impart.
Strana 74 - of eye, of brow." —Sonnet 106. " No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change, Thy registers and thee I both defy." Sensual feast."— —Sonnet 123. —Sonnet 141. " Two loves I have of comfort and despair, "Which like two spirits do suggest me still. —Sonnet 144.
Strana 64 - —When in thee time's furrows I behold Then look I death my days should expiate." —Sonnet 22. " Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit To thee I send this written embassage, To witness duty, not to show my wit.
Strana 72 - less the show appear." —Sonnet 102. " Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd Since first I saw you,
Strana 8 - —All is well, tho' faith and form Be sunder'd in the night of fear; Well roars the storm to those that hear A deeper voice across the storm, " Proclaiming social truth shall spread And justice, ev'n tho' thrice again The red fool-fury of the Seine Should pile her barricades with dead.
Strana 119 - —'Tis strange that death should sing. " I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, " "Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death, '' And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings " His soul and body to their lasting rest." —Shakespeare, King John, Act v. sc.
Strana 68 - Unless you would devise some virtuous lie, To do more for me than mine own desert, And hang more praise upon deceased I Than niggard truth would willingly impart. 0 lest your true love may seem false in this, ,- That you for love speak well of me untrue.
Strana 69 - There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes thou hast seen ! There, where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea.
Strana 71 - The churl in spirit, howe'er he veil His want in forms for fashion's sake Shakespeare. But heaven in thy creation did decree That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell. —Sonnet 93.
Strana 130 - As when a painter poring on a face, Divinely, thro' all hindrance, finds the man Behind it, and so paints him that his face, The shape and colour of a mind and life, Lives for his children, ever at its best And fullest.

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