The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Complete in Two VolumesTicknor and Fields, 1861 |
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Strana 4
... never speaks : So innocent - arch , so cunning - simple , From beneath her gathered wimple Glancing with black - beaded eyes , Till the lightning laughters dimple The baby - roses in her cheeks ; Then away she flies . Prithee weep , May ...
... never speaks : So innocent - arch , so cunning - simple , From beneath her gathered wimple Glancing with black - beaded eyes , Till the lightning laughters dimple The baby - roses in her cheeks ; Then away she flies . Prithee weep , May ...
Strana 17
... Never grow sere , When rooted in the garden of the mind , Because they are the earliest of the year . ) Nor was the night thy shroud . In sweet dreams softer than unbroken rest Thou leddest by the hand thy infant Hope . The eddying of ...
... Never grow sere , When rooted in the garden of the mind , Because they are the earliest of the year . ) Nor was the night thy shroud . In sweet dreams softer than unbroken rest Thou leddest by the hand thy infant Hope . The eddying of ...
Strana 27
... never would hear it - your ears are so dull ; So keep where you are : you are foul with sin ; It would shrink to the earth if you came in . THE DYING SWAN . THE plain was grassy , wild and bare , Wide , wild , and open to the air ...
... never would hear it - your ears are so dull ; So keep where you are : you are foul with sin ; It would shrink to the earth if you came in . THE DYING SWAN . THE plain was grassy , wild and bare , Wide , wild , and open to the air ...
Strana 29
... never raise thine head From the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . IV . Crocodiles wept tears for thee ; The woodbine and eglatere Drip sweeter dews than traitor's tear . Let them rave . Rain makes music in the tree O'er the ...
... never raise thine head From the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . IV . Crocodiles wept tears for thee ; The woodbine and eglatere Drip sweeter dews than traitor's tear . Let them rave . Rain makes music in the tree O'er the ...
Strana 52
... when I raised my eyes , above They met with two so full and bright- Such eyes ! I swear to you , my love , That these have never lost their light . I loved , and love dispelled the fear That I 52 THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER .
... when I raised my eyes , above They met with two so full and bright- Such eyes ! I swear to you , my love , That these have never lost their light . I loved , and love dispelled the fear That I 52 THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER .
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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.