The Complete Works of Alfred TennysonWorthington Company, 1887 - 482 pages |
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... dear , so dear , That I would be the jewel That trembles at her ear , For hid in ringlets day and night , I'd touch her neck so warm and white . And I would be the girdle About her dainty dainty waist , And her heart would beat against ...
... dear , so dear , That I would be the jewel That trembles at her ear , For hid in ringlets day and night , I'd touch her neck so warm and white . And I would be the girdle About her dainty dainty waist , And her heart would beat against ...
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... Dear eyes , since first 1 knew them well . ket tears they shed : they had their part Of sorrow : for when time was ripe , The still affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type , That into stillness past again . And left a ...
... Dear eyes , since first 1 knew them well . ket tears they shed : they had their part Of sorrow : for when time was ripe , The still affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type , That into stillness past again . And left a ...
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... Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . For now the noonday quiet holds the hill : The grasshopper is silent in the grass : The lizard , with his shadow on the stone , Rests like a shadow , and the cicala sleeps . The purple flowers droop ...
... Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . For now the noonday quiet holds the hill : The grasshopper is silent in the grass : The lizard , with his shadow on the stone , Rests like a shadow , and the cicala sleeps . The purple flowers droop ...
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... Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . She ceased , and Paris held the costly fruit Out at arm's - length , so much the thought of power Flatter'd his spirit ; but Pallas where she stood Somewhat apart , her clear and bared limbs Upon her ...
... Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . She ceased , and Paris held the costly fruit Out at arm's - length , so much the thought of power Flatter'd his spirit ; but Pallas where she stood Somewhat apart , her clear and bared limbs Upon her ...
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... Dear soul , for all is well . " A huge crag - platform , smooth as bur- nish'd brass , I chose . The ranged ramparts bright From level meadow - bates of deep grass Suddenly scaled the light . Thereon I built it firm . Of ledgo or shelf ...
... Dear soul , for all is well . " A huge crag - platform , smooth as bur- nish'd brass , I chose . The ranged ramparts bright From level meadow - bates of deep grass Suddenly scaled the light . Thereon I built it firm . Of ledgo or shelf ...
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Page 61 - Myself not least, but honor'd 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 untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Page 64 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be ; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales ; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
Page 152 - 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 117 - Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all. And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry.
Page 356 - 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 107 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die, Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Page 108 - We have but faith: we cannot know; For knowledge is of things we see; And yet we trust it comes from thee, A beam in darkness : let it grow. Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell ; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
Page 356 - But now farewell. I am going a long way With these thou see'st — if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) — To the island-valley of Avilion ; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
Page 129 - Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more : Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind.
Page 62 - 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...