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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... the hollows of the wood ; There , while the rest were loud in merry - making , Had his dark hour unseen , and rose and past Bearing a lifelong hunger in his heart . So these were wed , and merrily rang the bells 5 ENOCH ARDEN.
... the hollows of the wood ; There , while the rest were loud in merry - making , Had his dark hour unseen , and rose and past Bearing a lifelong hunger in his heart . So these were wed , and merrily rang the bells 5 ENOCH ARDEN.
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... rose , Cast his strong arms about his drooping wife , And kiss'd his wonder - stricken little ones ; But for the third , the sickly one , who slept After a night of feverous wakefulness , When Annie would have raised him Enoch said ...
... rose , Cast his strong arms about his drooping wife , And kiss'd his wonder - stricken little ones ; But for the third , the sickly one , who slept After a night of feverous wakefulness , When Annie would have raised him Enoch said ...
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... rose , and fixt her swimming eyes upon him , And dwelt a moment on his kindly face , Then calling down a blessing on ... roses from his wall , Or conies from the down , and now and then , With some pretext of fineness in the meal To save ...
... rose , and fixt her swimming eyes upon him , And dwelt a moment on his kindly face , Then calling down a blessing on ... roses from his wall , Or conies from the down , and now and then , With some pretext of fineness in the meal To save ...
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... rose And sent his voice beneath him thro ' the wood . Up came the children laden with their spoil ; Then all descended to the port , and there At Annie's door he paused and gave his hand , Saying gently ' Annie , when I spoke to you ...
... rose And sent his voice beneath him thro ' the wood . Up came the children laden with their spoil ; Then all descended to the port , and there At Annie's door he paused and gave his hand , Saying gently ' Annie , when I spoke to you ...
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... rose and paced Back toward his solitary home again , All down the long and narrow street he went Beating it in upon his weary brain , As tho ' it were the burthen of a song , ' Not to tell her , never to let her know . ' He was not all ...
... rose and paced Back toward his solitary home again , All down the long and narrow street he went Beating it in upon his weary brain , As tho ' it were the burthen of a song , ' Not to tell her , never to let her know . ' He was not all ...
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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.