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... death , he left Cambridge , without taking a degree , and in 1832 he published another volume , entitled " Poems . " These two early volumes , though the personal friends of Tennyson supported him with their praise and belief in him ...
... death , he left Cambridge , without taking a degree , and in 1832 he published another volume , entitled " Poems . " These two early volumes , though the personal friends of Tennyson supported him with their praise and belief in him ...
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... death closed the page of youth in the poet's life . For ten years after the issue of the volume of 1832 , Tennyson remained silent . They were years of work , nevertheless , and he was devoting himself to the art he had chosen to follow ...
... death closed the page of youth in the poet's life . For ten years after the issue of the volume of 1832 , Tennyson remained silent . They were years of work , nevertheless , and he was devoting himself to the art he had chosen to follow ...
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... death , according to an inscription over the gates , which in the darkness they had not seen ; but a girl , Melissa , overhears them and is taken into the plot of secrecy , and her mother , Lady Blanche , the rival of Lady Psyche ...
... death , according to an inscription over the gates , which in the darkness they had not seen ; but a girl , Melissa , overhears them and is taken into the plot of secrecy , and her mother , Lady Blanche , the rival of Lady Psyche ...
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... Death of Tennyson's father . 1832. Poems ( dated 1833 ) . 1833. Death of Arthur Hallam , Septem- ber 13 . 1837. The Tennysons leave Somersby . CONTEMPORARY LITERARY HISTORY . 1809. Mrs. Browning , Holmes , Poe , Dar- win born . Irving ...
... Death of Tennyson's father . 1832. Poems ( dated 1833 ) . 1833. Death of Arthur Hallam , Septem- ber 13 . 1837. The Tennysons leave Somersby . CONTEMPORARY LITERARY HISTORY . 1809. Mrs. Browning , Holmes , Poe , Dar- win born . Irving ...
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... Death of the Duke of born , August 11 . 1853. Removes to Farringford . 1854. Charge of the Light Brigade . Lionel Tennyson born , March 16 . Rossetti , The 1855. Maud and other Poems . D. C. L. , 1855. Kingsley , Westward , Ho ! Oxford ...
... Death of the Duke of born , August 11 . 1853. Removes to Farringford . 1854. Charge of the Light Brigade . Lionel Tennyson born , March 16 . Rossetti , The 1855. Maud and other Poems . D. C. L. , 1855. Kingsley , Westward , Ho ! Oxford ...
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Page 123 - ... him in the valley ; let the wild Lean-headed Eagles yelp alone, and leave The monstrous ledges there to slope, and spill Their thousand wreaths of dangling water-smoke, That like a broken purpose waste in air : So waste not thou ; but come; for all the vales Await thee ; azure pillars of the hearth Arise to thee; the children call, and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial...
Page 124 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man...
Page 121 - Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the 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. 170 Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of...
Page 61 - 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. " Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 132 - The princess thought, that of all sublunary things, knowledge was the best : she desired first to learn all sciences, and then proposed to found a college of learned women, in which she would preside, that, by conversing with the old, and educating. the young, she might divide her time between the acquisition and communication of wisdom, and raise up for the next age models of prudence, and patterns of piety.
Page 102 - Took the face-cloth from the face; Yet she neither moved nor wept Rose a nurse of ninety years, Set his child upon her knee— Like summer tempest came her tears— ' Sweet my child, I live for thee.
Page 126 - Yet was there one thro' whom I loved her, one Not learned, save in gracious household ways, Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants, No Angel, but a dearer being, all dipt In Angel instincts, breathing Paradise...
Page 60 - The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Page 115 - 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.
Page 134 - This has often come upon me through repeating my own name to myself silently, till all at once as it were out of the intensity of the consciousness of individuality the individuality itself seemed to dissolve and fade away into boundless being — and this not a confused state but the clearest of the clearest, the surest of the surest, utterly beyond words — where death was an almost laughable impossibility — the loss of personality (if so it were) seeming no extinction but the only true life.