The Works of Alfred Tennyson, Issue 841, Volume 8Henry S. King, 1875 |
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... with evening on a rustic town Set in a gleaming river's crescent - curve , Close at the boundary of the liberties ; There , enter'd an old hostel , call'd mine host To council , plied him with his richest wines , A MEDLEY . 25.
... with evening on a rustic town Set in a gleaming river's crescent - curve , Close at the boundary of the liberties ; There , enter'd an old hostel , call'd mine host To council , plied him with his richest wines , A MEDLEY . 25.
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... close upon the Sun , Than our man's earth ; such eyes were in her head , And so much grace and power , breathing down From over her arch'd brows , with every turn Lived thro ' her to the tips of her long hands , And to her feet . She ...
... close upon the Sun , Than our man's earth ; such eyes were in her head , And so much grace and power , breathing down From over her arch'd brows , with every turn Lived thro ' her to the tips of her long hands , And to her feet . She ...
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... close with Cyril's random wish : Not like your Princess cramm'd with erring pride , Nor like poor Psyche whom she drags in tow . " " The crane , " I said , " may chatter of the crane , The dove may murmur of the dove , but I An eagle ...
... close with Cyril's random wish : Not like your Princess cramm'd with erring pride , Nor like poor Psyche whom she drags in tow . " " The crane , " I said , " may chatter of the crane , The dove may murmur of the dove , but I An eagle ...
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... close behind her stood Eight daughters of the plough , stronger than men , Huge women blowzed with health , and wind , and rain , And labour . Each was like a Druid rock ; Or like a spire of land that stands apart Cleft from the main ...
... close behind her stood Eight daughters of the plough , stronger than men , Huge women blowzed with health , and wind , and rain , And labour . Each was like a Druid rock ; Or like a spire of land that stands apart Cleft from the main ...
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... close upon his territory , Slipt round and in the dark invested you , And here he keeps me hostage for his son . " The second was my father's running thus : " You have our son : touch not a hair of his head : Render him up unscathed ...
... close upon his territory , Slipt round and in the dark invested you , And here he keeps me hostage for his son . " The second was my father's running thus : " You have our son : touch not a hair of his head : Render him up unscathed ...
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Page 85 - Thy voice is heard thro" rolling drums. That beat to battle where he stands ; Thy face across his fancy comes, And gives the battle to his hands : A moment, while the trumpets blow, He sees his brood about thy knee ; The next, like fire he meets the foe, And strikes him dead for thine and thee. So Lilia sang : we thought her halfShe struck such warbling fury thro...
Page 135 - That huddling slant in furrow-cloven falls To roll the torrent out of dusky doors. But follow; let the torrent dance thee down To find him in the valley; let the wild Lean-headed eagles yelp alone, and leave The monstrous ledges there to slope, and spill Their thousand wreaths of dangling water-smoke, That like a broken purpose waste in air. So waste not thou, but come; for all the vales...
Page 63 - 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.
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Page 143 - Or all, they said, as earnest as the close ? Which yet with such a framework scarce could be. Then rose a little feud betwixt the two, Betwixt the mockers and the realists : And I, betwixt them both, to please them both, And yet to give the story as it rose, I moved as in a strange diagonal, And maybe neither pleased myself nor them.
Page 135 - Their thousand wreaths of dangling water-smoke, That like a broken purpose waste in air : So waste not thou ; but come ; for all the vales Await thee ; azure pillars of the hearth Arise to thee ; the children call, and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.
Page 109 - She nor swoon'd, nor utter'd cry : All her maidens, watching, said, "She must weep or she will die." Then they praised him, soft and low, Call'd him worthy to be loved, Truest friend and noblest foe ; Yet she neither spoke nor moved. Stole a maiden from her place, Lightly to the warrior slept, Took the face-cloth from the face ; Yet she neither moved nor wept.
Page 66 - 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 67 - Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more!