Tennyson's Complete Works: (Including Queen Mary)R.Worthington, 1876 |
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... Lord over Nature , Lord of the visible earth ,. Well - pleased , from room to room . Full of great rooms and small the palace ( stood , All various , each a perfect whole From living Nature , fit for every mood Ang change of my still ...
... Lord over Nature , Lord of the visible earth ,. Well - pleased , from room to room . Full of great rooms and small the palace ( stood , All various , each a perfect whole From living Nature , fit for every mood Ang change of my still ...
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(Including Queen Mary) Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Lord over Nature , Lord of the visible earth , The abysmal deeps of Personality , If I can I'll come again , mother , from. Many an arch high up did lift , And angels rising and ...
(Including Queen Mary) Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Lord over Nature , Lord of the visible earth , The abysmal deeps of Personality , If I can I'll come again , mother , from. Many an arch high up did lift , And angels rising and ...
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... lord Arthur , whither shall I go ? Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes ? For now I see the true old times are dead , When every morning brought a noble chance , And every chance brought out a noble ( knight . Such times have been ...
... lord Arthur , whither shall I go ? Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes ? For now I see the true old times are dead , When every morning brought a noble chance , And every chance brought out a noble ( knight . Such times have been ...
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... Lord that made me , you shall pack , And never more darken my doors again . " But William answer'd madly ; bit his lips , And broke away . The more he look'd at her The less he liked her ; and his ways were ( harsh ; But Dora bore them ...
... Lord that made me , you shall pack , And never more darken my doors again . " But William answer'd madly ; bit his lips , And broke away . The more he look'd at her The less he liked her ; and his ways were ( harsh ; But Dora bore them ...
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... Lord , and take away my sin , Let this avail , just , dreadful , mighty God , This not be all in vain , that thrice ten years , Thrice multiplied by superhuman pangs , In hungers and in thirsts , fevers and cold , In coughs , aches ...
... Lord , and take away my sin , Let this avail , just , dreadful , mighty God , This not be all in vain , that thrice ten years , Thrice multiplied by superhuman pangs , In hungers and in thirsts , fevers and cold , In coughs , aches ...
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Page 86 - BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! 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...
Page 360 - 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. 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.
Page 156 - 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 120 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be...
Page 61 - Myself not least, but honoured 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 untravelled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Page 42 - And answer made King Arthur, breathing hard: " My end draws nigh ; 'tis time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My wound hath taken cold, and I shall die.
Page 41 - And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur, And o'er him, drawing it, the winter moon, Brightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt...
Page 62 - 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 103 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 41 - Stored in some treasure-house of mighty kings, Some one might show it at a joust of arms, Saying, '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.