Poems: In Two Volumes, Volume 2Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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... her kiss for kiss With usury thereto . " L. O flourish high , with leafy towers , And overlook the lea , Pursue thy loves among the bowers , But leave thou mine to me . LI . O flourish , hidden deep in fern , THE TALKING OAK . 13.
... her kiss for kiss With usury thereto . " L. O flourish high , with leafy towers , And overlook the lea , Pursue thy loves among the bowers , But leave thou mine to me . LI . O flourish , hidden deep in fern , THE TALKING OAK . 13.
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In Two Volumes Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. LI . O flourish , hidden deep in fern , Old oak , I love thee well ; A thousand thanks for what I learn And what remains to tell . LII . " " T is little more : the day was warm ; At last ...
In Two Volumes Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. LI . O flourish , hidden deep in fern , Old oak , I love thee well ; A thousand thanks for what I learn And what remains to tell . LII . " " T is little more : the day was warm ; At last ...
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... High up , in silver spikes ! LXX . Nor ever lightning char thy grain , But , rolling as in sleep , Low thunders bring the mellow rain , That makes thee broad and deep ! LXXI . And hear me swear a solemn oath , 18 THE TALKING OAK .
... High up , in silver spikes ! LXX . Nor ever lightning char thy grain , But , rolling as in sleep , Low thunders bring the mellow rain , That makes thee broad and deep ! LXXI . And hear me swear a solemn oath , 18 THE TALKING OAK .
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... see ! when thy low voice , Faltering , would break her syllables , to keep My own full - tuned , hold passion in a leash , And not leap forth and fall about thy neck , And on thy bosom , ( deep - desired relief 22 22 LOVE AND DUTY .
... see ! when thy low voice , Faltering , would break her syllables , to keep My own full - tuned , hold passion in a leash , And not leap forth and fall about thy neck , And on thy bosom , ( deep - desired relief 22 22 LOVE AND DUTY .
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In Two Volumes Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. And on thy bosom , ( deep - desired relief ! ) - Rain out the heavy mist of tears , that weighed Upon my brain , my senses and my soul ! For Love himself took part against himself To warn us ...
In Two Volumes Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. And on thy bosom , ( deep - desired relief ! ) - Rain out the heavy mist of tears , that weighed Upon my brain , my senses and my soul ! For Love himself took part against himself To warn us ...
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Page 444 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd ; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd ; Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Page 37 - Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his glowing hands: Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Page 32 - In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have...
Page 32 - The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Page 31 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, ^ Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Page 365 - 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 41 - Never, never,' whisper'd by the phantom years, And a song from out the distance in the ringing of thine ears; And an eye shall vex thee, looking ancient kindness on thy pain. Turn thee, turn thee on thy pillow; get thee to thy rest again. Nay, but Nature brings thee solace; for a tender voice will cry.
Page 364 - The slender acacia would not shake One long milk-bloom on the tree ; The white lake-blossom fell into the lake, As the pimpernel dozed on the lea ; But the rose was awake all night for your sake, Knowing your promise to me : - The lilies and roses were all awake, They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.
Page 46 - Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
Page 377 - A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee: Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us, What and where they be.