The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Complete in Two VolumesTicknor and Fields, 1861 |
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... Golden Year . Ulysses . Locksley Hall Godiva . The Two Voices • • The Day - Dream : - Prologue . The Sleeping Palace .. The Sleeping Beauty .. The Arrival The Revival The Departure . Moral . L'Envoi . Epilogue . Amphion · .. St. Agnes ...
... Golden Year . Ulysses . Locksley Hall Godiva . The Two Voices • • The Day - Dream : - Prologue . The Sleeping Palace .. The Sleeping Beauty .. The Arrival The Revival The Departure . Moral . L'Envoi . Epilogue . Amphion · .. St. Agnes ...
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... golden charity , Were fixed shadows of thy fixed mood , Revered Isabel , the crown and head , The stately flower of female fortitude , Of perfect wifehood and pure lowlihead . The intuitive decision of a bright And thorough - edged ...
... golden charity , Were fixed shadows of thy fixed mood , Revered Isabel , the crown and head , The stately flower of female fortitude , Of perfect wifehood and pure lowlihead . The intuitive decision of a bright And thorough - edged ...
Strana 9
... golden languors , No tranced summer calm is thine , Ever varying Madeline . Through light and shadow thou dost range , Sudden glances , sweet and strange , Delicious spites , and darling angers , And airy forms of flitting change ...
... golden languors , No tranced summer calm is thine , Ever varying Madeline . Through light and shadow thou dost range , Sudden glances , sweet and strange , Delicious spites , and darling angers , And airy forms of flitting change ...
Strana 10
... , But , looking fixedly the while , All my bounding heart entanglest In a golden - netted smile ; Then in madness and in bliss , If my lips should dare to kiss Thy taper fingers amorously , Again thou blushest angerly ; 10 MADELINE .
... , But , looking fixedly the while , All my bounding heart entanglest In a golden - netted smile ; Then in madness and in bliss , If my lips should dare to kiss Thy taper fingers amorously , Again thou blushest angerly ; 10 MADELINE .
Strana 12
... golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . II . Anight my shallop , rustling through The low and bloomed foliage , drove The fragrant , glistening deeps , and clove The citron - shadows in the blue : By garden porches on the brim , The ...
... golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . II . Anight my shallop , rustling through The low and bloomed foliage , drove The fragrant , glistening deeps , and clove The citron - shadows in the blue : By garden porches on the brim , The ...
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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.