The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Two Volumes in OneTicknor and Fields, 1862 - 684 pages |
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... Fair Women . Margaret . The Blackbird . The Death of the Old Year . To J. S S .... " You ask me why , though ill at ease " Of old sat freedom on the heights 19 ' Love thou thy land with love far brought " The Goose . The Epic . • Morte ...
... Fair Women . Margaret . The Blackbird . The Death of the Old Year . To J. S S .... " You ask me why , though ill at ease " Of old sat freedom on the heights 19 ' Love thou thy land with love far brought " The Goose . The Epic . • Morte ...
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... Fair - fronted Truth shall droop not now With shrilling shafts of subtle wit . Nor martyr - flames nor trenchant swords Can do away that ancient lie : A gentler death shall Falsehood die , Shot through and through with cunning words ...
... Fair - fronted Truth shall droop not now With shrilling shafts of subtle wit . Nor martyr - flames nor trenchant swords Can do away that ancient lie : A gentler death shall Falsehood die , Shot through and through with cunning words ...
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... fair , Singing alone , Combing her hair Under the sea , In a golden curl With a comb of pearl , On a throne ? I would be a mermaid fair ; I would sing to myself the whole of the day ; With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair ; And ...
... fair , Singing alone , Combing her hair Under the sea , In a golden curl With a comb of pearl , On a throne ? I would be a mermaid fair ; I would sing to myself the whole of the day ; With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair ; And ...
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... fair , " would seem to award it thine , As lovelier than whatever Oread haunt The knolls of Ida , loveliest in all grace Of movement , and the charm of married brows . ' " Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . He prest the blossom of his ...
... fair , " would seem to award it thine , As lovelier than whatever Oread haunt The knolls of Ida , loveliest in all grace Of movement , and the charm of married brows . ' " Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . He prest the blossom of his ...
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... fair , Unbiased by self - profit , oh ! rest thee sure That I shall love thee well and cleave to thee , So that my vigor , wedded to thy blood , Shall strike within thy pulses , like a God's , To push thee forward through a life of ...
... fair , Unbiased by self - profit , oh ! rest thee sure That I shall love thee well and cleave to thee , So that my vigor , wedded to thy blood , Shall strike within thy pulses , like a God's , To push thee forward through a life of ...
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Page 184 - Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho...
Page 82 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Page 183 - Myself not least, but honored of them all, — And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Page 83 - Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Page 95 - THERE rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go. But in my spirit will I dwell, And dream my dream, and hold it true; For tho' my lips may breathe adieu, I cannot think the thing farewell.
Page 140 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Page 155 - 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 182 - IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly , both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro...
Page 176 - 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!
Page 91 - And deep-asleep he seemed, yet all awake, And music in his ears his beating heart did make. They sat them down upon the yellow sand, Between the sun and moon upon the shore; And sweet it was to dream of Fatherland, Of child, and wife, and slave; but evermore Most weary seemed the sea, weary the oar, Weary the wandering fields of barren foam. Then some one said, ' We will return no more; ' And all at once they sang, ' Our island home Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam...