The Life and Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson: Works: v.1-2 [Poems] v.3. Experiments. The window. In memoriam A.H.H. Maud. Idylls of the king. v.4 Idylls of the king (Continued) v.5 The lover's tale. Ballads, and other poems. Sonnets. Translations, etc. Tiresias, and other poems. v.6. Queen Mary. Harold. v.7. Becket. The cup. The falcon. The promise of May. v.8. The foresters. Demeter, and other poems. The death of OEnone, and other poems. [IndexesMacmillan, 1899 |
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... close as Nature packs Her blossom or her seedling , paused ; and he , Who needs would work for Annie to the last , Ascending tired , heavily slept till morn . And Enoch faced this morning of farewell Brightly and boldly . All his ...
... close as Nature packs Her blossom or her seedling , paused ; and he , Who needs would work for Annie to the last , Ascending tired , heavily slept till morn . And Enoch faced this morning of farewell Brightly and boldly . All his ...
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... close of all . For thro ' that dawning gleam'd a kindlier hope On Enoch thinking after I am gone , Then may she learn I lov'd her to the last . ' He call'd aloud for Miriam Lane and said ' Woman , I have a secret - only swear , Before I ...
... close of all . For thro ' that dawning gleam'd a kindlier hope On Enoch thinking after I am gone , Then may she learn I lov'd her to the last . ' He call'd aloud for Miriam Lane and said ' Woman , I have a secret - only swear , Before I ...
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... a hidden hearth Broke from a bower of vine and honey - suckle : One look'd all rosetree , and another wore A close - set robe of jasmine sown with stars : This had a rosy sea of gillyflowers About it ; 52 AYLMER'S FIELD.
... a hidden hearth Broke from a bower of vine and honey - suckle : One look'd all rosetree , and another wore A close - set robe of jasmine sown with stars : This had a rosy sea of gillyflowers About it ; 52 AYLMER'S FIELD.
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... close ecliptic , was not fair ; Fairer his talk , a tongue that ruled the hour , Tho ' seeming boastful : so when first he dash'd Into the chronicle of a deedful day , Sir Aylmer half forgot his lazy smile Of patron Good ! my lady's ...
... close ecliptic , was not fair ; Fairer his talk , a tongue that ruled the hour , Tho ' seeming boastful : so when first he dash'd Into the chronicle of a deedful day , Sir Aylmer half forgot his lazy smile Of patron Good ! my lady's ...
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... Close , crashing with long echoes thro ' the land , Went Leolin ; then , his passions all in flood And masters of his motion , furiously Down thro ' the bright lawns to his brother's ran , And foam'd away his heart at Averill's ear ...
... Close , crashing with long echoes thro ' the land , Went Leolin ; then , his passions all in flood And masters of his motion , furiously Down thro ' the bright lawns to his brother's ran , And foam'd away his heart at Averill's ear ...
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Page 310 - Speak to Him thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet — Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.
Page 246 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Page 41 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 232 - BURY the Great Duke With an empire's lamentation, Let us bury the Great Duke To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation, Mourning when their leaders fall, Warriors carry the warrior's pall, And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall.
Page 42 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Page 156 - 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 65 - So Leolin went; and as we task ourselves To learn a language known but smatteringly In phrases here and there at random, toil'd Mastering the lawless science of our law, That codeless myriad of precedent, That wilderness of single instances, Thro' which a few, by wit or fortune led, May beat a pathway out to wealth and fame.
Page 156 - 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. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow,...
Page 213 - I strove against the stream and all in vain : Let the great river take me to the main : No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield; Ask me no more.
Page 289 - He seems as one whose footsteps halt, Toiling in immeasurable sand, And o'er a weary, sultry land, Far beneath a blazing vault, Sown in a wrinkle of the monstrous hill, The city sparkles like a grain of salt.