The Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson: Poet LaureateMacmillan and Company, 1892 - 882 pages |
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... HAROLD 509 BECKET • 511 · • 514 THE CUP 518 THE FALCON 521 THE PROMISE OF MAY 636 676 730 746 . 756 Balin and Balan Merlin and Vivien . Lancelot and Elaine The Holy Grail Pelleas and Ettarre The Last Tournament Guinevere The Passing of ...
... HAROLD 509 BECKET • 511 · • 514 THE CUP 518 THE FALCON 521 THE PROMISE OF MAY 636 676 730 746 . 756 Balin and Balan Merlin and Vivien . Lancelot and Elaine The Holy Grail Pelleas and Ettarre The Last Tournament Guinevere The Passing of ...
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... Harold's England fell to Norman swords ; Yet thine own land has bow'd to Tartar hordes Since English Harold gave its throne a wife , Alexandrovna ! For thrones and peoples are as waifs that swing , And float or fall , in endless ebb and ...
... Harold's England fell to Norman swords ; Yet thine own land has bow'd to Tartar hordes Since English Harold gave its throne a wife , Alexandrovna ! For thrones and peoples are as waifs that swing , And float or fall , in endless ebb and ...
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... HAROLD , who enters . Harold ( seeing Gamel ) . Hail , Gamel , ACT I , SCENE 1 . 637 HAROLD .
... HAROLD , who enters . Harold ( seeing Gamel ) . Hail , Gamel , ACT I , SCENE 1 . 637 HAROLD .
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... Harold . My most dear Master , What matters ? let them turn from left to right And sleep again . Tostig . Too hardy with thy king ! A life of prayer and fasting well may see Deeper into the mysteries of heaven Than thou , good brother ...
... Harold . My most dear Master , What matters ? let them turn from left to right And sleep again . Tostig . Too hardy with thy king ! A life of prayer and fasting well may see Deeper into the mysteries of heaven Than thou , good brother ...
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... Harold . So says old Gurth , not I : yet hear thine earldom , Tostig , hath been a kingdom . Their old crown Is yet a force among them , a sun set But leaving light enough for Alfgar's house To strike thee down by - nay , this ghastly ...
... Harold . So says old Gurth , not I : yet hear thine earldom , Tostig , hath been a kingdom . Their old crown Is yet a force among them , a sun set But leaving light enough for Alfgar's house To strike thee down by - nay , this ghastly ...
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Page 70 - Comfort thyself : what comfort is in me ? I have lived my life, and that which I have done May He within Himself make pure ! but thou, If thou shouldst never see my face again, 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...
Page 272 - 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 176 - SWEET and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon : Sleep, my little one, sleep,...
Page 295 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear ; She is coming, my life, my fate ; The red rose cries, ' She is near, she is near ; ' And the white rose weeps, ' She is late;' The larkspur listens, ' I hear, I hear ;' And the lily whispers,
Page 69 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon. Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them; and descending they were ware That all the decks were dense with stately forms, Black-stoled,...
Page 181 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 53 - Full-faced above the valley stood the moon; And like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams ! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go; And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.
Page 242 - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust: Thou madest man, he knows not why, — He thinks he was not made to die; And thou hast made him : thou art just. Thou seemest human and divine, The highest, holiest manhood, thou: Our wills are ours, we know not how; Our wills are ours, to make them thine. Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be: They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
Page 209 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man ; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world ; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind ; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto...
Page 68 - Ah, miserable and unkind, untrue, Unknightly, traitor-hearted ! Woe is me ! Authority forgets a dying king, Laid widow'd of the power in his eye That bow'd the will. I see thee what thou art, For thou, the latest-left of all my knights, In whom should meet the offices of all, Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt ; Either from lust of gold, or like a girl Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes. Yet, for a man may fail in duty twice, And the third time may prosper, get thee hence : But, if...