The Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson, Svazek 2Macmillan, 1908 |
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... MAUD ; A MONODRAMA PART I. • PART II . PART III .. ENOCH ARDEN • IN MEMORIAM . PAGE I • II • 23 • 43 • 59 • 83 • · 107 • 125 • 139 • 145 208 • • 227 • 231 · • 281 • • 461 APPENDIX AND NOTES 181202 I THE PRINCESS ; A MEDLEY . PROLOGUE . SIR.
... MAUD ; A MONODRAMA PART I. • PART II . PART III .. ENOCH ARDEN • IN MEMORIAM . PAGE I • II • 23 • 43 • 59 • 83 • · 107 • 125 • 139 • 145 208 • • 227 • 231 · • 281 • • 461 APPENDIX AND NOTES 181202 I THE PRINCESS ; A MEDLEY . PROLOGUE . SIR.
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... thought into the Heaven of Heavens . Last little Lilia , rising quietly , Disrobed the glimmering statue of Sir Ralph From those rich silks , and home well - pleased we went . MAUD ; A MONODRAMA . PART I. L. 1 . A MEDLEY . 143.
... thought into the Heaven of Heavens . Last little Lilia , rising quietly , Disrobed the glimmering statue of Sir Ralph From those rich silks , and home well - pleased we went . MAUD ; A MONODRAMA . PART I. L. 1 . A MEDLEY . 143.
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... O God ! was it well ? - Mangled , and flatten'd , and crush'd , and dinted into the ground : There yet lies the rock that fell with him when he fell . VOL . II L III . Did he fling himself down ? who knows MAUD; A MONODRAMA PART I.
... O God ! was it well ? - Mangled , and flatten'd , and crush'd , and dinted into the ground : There yet lies the rock that fell with him when he fell . VOL . II L III . Did he fling himself down ? who knows MAUD; A MONODRAMA PART I.
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... mother divide the shudder- ing night . V. Villainy somewhere ! whose ? One says , we are villains all . Not he his honest fame should at least by me be maintained : But that old man , now lord of the broad 146 MAUD ;
... mother divide the shudder- ing night . V. Villainy somewhere ! whose ? One says , we are villains all . Not he his honest fame should at least by me be maintained : But that old man , now lord of the broad 146 MAUD ;
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... alum and plaster are sold to the poor for bread , And the spirit of murder works in the very means of life . XI . And Sleep must lie down arm'd , for the villainous centre - bits Grind on the wakeful ear in the hush of the 148 MAUD ;
... alum and plaster are sold to the poor for bread , And the spirit of murder works in the very means of life . XI . And Sleep must lie down arm'd , for the villainous centre - bits Grind on the wakeful ear in the hush of the 148 MAUD ;
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Strana 60 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
Strana 207 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;' And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;' The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, 'I wait.
Strana 207 - She is coming, my own, my sweet ; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed ; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead ; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Strana 57 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. 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.
Strana 343 - BE neaSme when my light is low, When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick And tingle; and the heart is sick, And all the wheels of Being slow.
Strana 286 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on steppingstones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Strana 123 - Ask me no more. Ask me no more : what answer should I give ? I love not hollow cheek or faded eye : Yet, O my friend, I will not have thee die ! Ask me no more, lest I should bid thee live ; Ask me no more.
Strana 402 - And wheel'd or lit the filmy shapes That haunt the dusk, with ermine capes And woolly breasts and beaded eyes; While now we sang old songs that peal'd From knoll to knoll, where, couch'd at ease, The white kine glimmer'd, and the trees Laid their dark arms about the field.
Strana 298 - And only thro' the faded leaf The chestnut pattering to the ground; Calm and deep peace on this high wold, And on these dews that drench the furze, And all the silvery gossamers That twinkle into green and gold; Calm and still light on yon great plain That sweeps with all its autumn bowers, And crowded farms and lessening towers, To mingle with the bounding main...
Strana 290 - I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain, A use in measured language lies; The sad mechanic exercise, Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.