The Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson, Svazek 2Macmillan, 1908 |
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Strana 26
... natures up : Embrace our aims : work out your freedom . Girls , Knowledge is now no more a fountain seal'd : Drink deep , until the habits of the slave , The sins of emptiness , gossip and spite And slander , die . Than not be noble ...
... natures up : Embrace our aims : work out your freedom . Girls , Knowledge is now no more a fountain seal'd : Drink deep , until the habits of the slave , The sins of emptiness , gossip and spite And slander , die . Than not be noble ...
Strana 89
... natures need wise curbs . The soldier ? No : What dares not Ida do that she should prize The soldier ? I beheld her , when she rose The yesternight , and storming in extremes , Stood for her cause , and flung defiance down Gagelike to ...
... natures need wise curbs . The soldier ? No : What dares not Ida do that she should prize The soldier ? I beheld her , when she rose The yesternight , and storming in extremes , Stood for her cause , and flung defiance down Gagelike to ...
Strana 90
... half as good , as kind , As truthful , much that Ida claims as right Had ne'er been mooted , but as frankly theirs As dues of Nature . To our point : not war : Lest I lose all . ' ' Nay , nay , you spake but sense ' 90 THE PRINCESS ;
... half as good , as kind , As truthful , much that Ida claims as right Had ne'er been mooted , but as frankly theirs As dues of Nature . To our point : not war : Lest I lose all . ' ' Nay , nay , you spake but sense ' 90 THE PRINCESS ;
Strana 108
... nature in the grain : The glittering axe was broken in their arms , Their arms were shatter'd to the shoulder blade . ' Our enemies have fall'n , but this shall grow A night of Summer from the heat , a breadth Of Autumn , dropping ...
... nature in the grain : The glittering axe was broken in their arms , Their arms were shatter'd to the shoulder blade . ' Our enemies have fall'n , but this shall grow A night of Summer from the heat , a breadth Of Autumn , dropping ...
Strana 112
... ! Lioness That with your long locks play the Lion's mane ! But Love and Nature , these are two more terrible And stronger . See , your foot is on our necks , We vanquish'd , you the Victor of your will . 112 THE PRINCESS ;
... ! Lioness That with your long locks play the Lion's mane ! But Love and Nature , these are two more terrible And stronger . See , your foot is on our necks , We vanquish'd , you the Victor of your will . 112 THE PRINCESS ;
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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.