The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Complete in Two VolumesTicknor and Fields, 1861 |
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... Edwin Morris ; or , the Lake . To after reading a Life and Letters . PAGE 83 86 90 96 108 110 111 112 115 • 116 117 120 123 • 124 132 140 144 147 150 156 157 158 163 164 · 165 165 166 177 18C 182 184 196 199 214 215 217 217 218 219 ...
... Edwin Morris ; or , the Lake . To after reading a Life and Letters . PAGE 83 86 90 96 108 110 111 112 115 • 116 117 120 123 • 124 132 140 144 147 150 156 157 158 163 164 · 165 165 166 177 18C 182 184 196 199 214 215 217 217 218 219 ...
Strana 158
... EDWIN MORRIS : OR , THE LAKE . O ME , my pleasant rambles by the lake , My sweet , wild , fresh three quarters of a year , My one Oasis in the dust and drouth Of city life ! I was a sketcher then ... EDWIN MORRIS ; Edwin Morris; or, the Lake.
... EDWIN MORRIS : OR , THE LAKE . O ME , my pleasant rambles by the lake , My sweet , wild , fresh three quarters of a year , My one Oasis in the dust and drouth Of city life ! I was a sketcher then ... EDWIN MORRIS ; Edwin Morris; or, the Lake.
Strana 159
... Edwin Morris and with Edward Bull , The curate ; he was fatter than his cure . But Edwin Morris , he that knew the names , Long learned names of agaric , moss and fern , Who forged a thousand theories of the rocks , Who taught me how to ...
... Edwin Morris and with Edward Bull , The curate ; he was fatter than his cure . But Edwin Morris , he that knew the names , Long learned names of agaric , moss and fern , Who forged a thousand theories of the rocks , Who taught me how to ...
Strana 160
... all men happy . Shall not Love to me , As in the Latin song I learnt at school , Sneeze out a full God - bless - you right and left ? But you can talk ; yours is a kindly vein ; I have , I think , -Heaven knows , -as 160 EDWIN MORRIS.
... all men happy . Shall not Love to me , As in the Latin song I learnt at school , Sneeze out a full God - bless - you right and left ? But you can talk ; yours is a kindly vein ; I have , I think , -Heaven knows , -as 160 EDWIN MORRIS.
Strana 162
... Edwin , nor have seen Him since , nor heard of her , nor cared to hear . Nor cared to hear ? perhaps ; yet long ago I have pardoned little Letty ; not indeed , It may be , for her own dear sake , but this ... EDWIN MORRIS ; OR , THE LAKE .
... Edwin , nor have seen Him since , nor heard of her , nor cared to hear . Nor cared to hear ? perhaps ; yet long ago I have pardoned little Letty ; not indeed , It may be , for her own dear sake , but this ... EDWIN MORRIS ; OR , THE LAKE .
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The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson: Poems, Svazek 1,Svazek 3 Alfred Tennyson Úplné zobrazení - 1860 |
The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson Úplné zobrazení - 1867 |
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Strana 131 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Strana 192 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see — Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be ; Saw the heavens...
Strana 130 - If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
Strana 341 - ... 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 fold thyself, my dearest,...
Strana 184 - 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 255 - 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 294 - On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Strana 7 - Upon the middle of the night, Waking she heard the night-fowl crow: The cock sung out an hour ere light: From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her: without hope of change, In sleep she seemed to walk forlorn, Till cold winds woke the gray-eyed morn About the lonely moated grange. She only said, "The day is dreary, He cometh not," she said; She said, "I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!
Strana 127 - King Arthur's sword, Excalibur, Wrought by the lonely maiden of the Lake. Nine years she wrought it, sitting in the deeps Upon the hidden bases of the hills.
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? 5° 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.