A Study of the Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson, Poet LaureateMacmillan, 1893 - 312 pages |
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... woman , and of the moral beauties that relate . to her . The ideal of womanhood ; the vision of purity ; the grace of gentlehood and of loyalty these make the glory that , above all others , shines out of our poet's writings .く All ...
... woman , and of the moral beauties that relate . to her . The ideal of womanhood ; the vision of purity ; the grace of gentlehood and of loyalty these make the glory that , above all others , shines out of our poet's writings .く All ...
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... woman's life and character . But this omission is no oversight and provokes no protest . should be absolute ... woman herself . Indeed , if the woman were withdrawn from the poem altogether , there would be left a picture expressing , in ...
... woman's life and character . But this omission is no oversight and provokes no protest . should be absolute ... woman herself . Indeed , if the woman were withdrawn from the poem altogether , there would be left a picture expressing , in ...
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... woman . But the verse " Lady Clara Vere de Vere , There stands a spectre in your hall : The guilt of blood is at your door : You changed a wholesome heart to gall , " and the poor mother's passion , make a deep enough emotion picture ...
... woman . But the verse " Lady Clara Vere de Vere , There stands a spectre in your hall : The guilt of blood is at your door : You changed a wholesome heart to gall , " and the poor mother's passion , make a deep enough emotion picture ...
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... woman , and the perfect philosophy of gentlehood contained in the lines- " And her gentle mind was such That she grew a noble lady , And the people loved her much , ” charmed and moved me so much that the result in my mind was nearly ...
... woman , and the perfect philosophy of gentlehood contained in the lines- " And her gentle mind was such That she grew a noble lady , And the people loved her much , ” charmed and moved me so much that the result in my mind was nearly ...
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... woman Stylites ; there could hardly have been a man St. Agnes . The intense self- consciousness of the one , and the utter self - forgetful- ness , rising into rapture , of the other , are the two extremes and the two sexes of that ...
... woman Stylites ; there could hardly have been a man St. Agnes . The intense self- consciousness of the one , and the utter self - forgetful- ness , rising into rapture , of the other , are the two extremes and the two sexes of that ...
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Page 181 - The Danube to the Severn gave The darken'd heart that beat no more; They laid him by the pleasant shore, And in the hearing of the wave. There twice a day the Severn fills; The salt sea-water passes by, And hushes half the babbling Wye, And makes a silence in the hills.
Page 141 - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
Page 131 - O me, what profits it to put An idle case? If Death were seen At first as Death, Love had not been, Or been in narrowest working shut, Mere fellowship of sluggish moods, Or in his coarsest Satyr-shape Had bruised the herb and crush'd the grape, And bask'd and batten'd in the woods. xxxvi Tho...
Page 165 - Half-grown as yet, a child, and vain — She cannot fight the fear of death. What is she, cut from love and faith, But some wild Pallas from the brain Of Demons ? fiery-hot to burst All barriers in her onward race For power. Let her know her place ; She is the second, not the first. A higher hand must make her mild, If all be not in vain ; and guide Her footsteps, moving side by side With wisdom, like the younger child : For she is earthly of the mind, But Wisdom heavenly of the soul.
Page 293 - I was often unable to think of external things as having external existence, and I communed with all that I saw as something not apart from, but inherent in, my own immaterial nature. Many times while going to school have I grasped at a wall or tree to recall myself from this abyss of idealism to the reality.
Page 69 - And strows her lights below, And deepens on and up! the gates Roll back, and far within For me the Heavenly Bridegroom waits, To make me pure of sin. The sabbaths of Eternity, One sabbath deep and wide— A light upon the shining sea— The Bridegroom with his bride!
Page 97 - And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet 'By shaping some august decree, Which kept her throne unshaken still, Broad-based upon her people's will, And compass'd by the inviolate sea.
Page 179 - 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 Will never come back to me.
Page 91 - 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.
Page 174 - Nor through the questions men may try, The petty cobwebs we have spun. If e'er when faith had fallen asleep, I heard a voice, "believe no more," And heard an ever-breaking shore That tumbled in the Godless deep, A warmth within the breast would melt The freezing reason's colder part, And like a man in wrath the heart Stood up and answered, "I have felt.