The Complete Works of Alfred TennysonWorthington Company, 1887 - 482 pages |
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... thee ; The woodbine and elatere Drip sweeter dews than traitor's tear . Let them rave . Rain makes music in the tree O'er the green that A DIRGE . 9 The Deserted House The Golden Year The Dying Swan Ulysses A Dirge Locksley Hall,
... thee ; The woodbine and elatere Drip sweeter dews than traitor's tear . Let them rave . Rain makes music in the tree O'er the green that A DIRGE . 9 The Deserted House The Golden Year The Dying Swan Ulysses A Dirge Locksley Hall,
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... hall ; Till that great sea - snake under the sea From his coiled sleeps in the central deeps Would slowly trail himself sevenfold Round the hall where I ate , and look in at the gate With his large calm eycs for the love of me . And all ...
... hall ; Till that great sea - snake under the sea From his coiled sleeps in the central deeps Would slowly trail himself sevenfold Round the hall where I ate , and look in at the gate With his large calm eycs for the love of me . And all ...
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... hall : There stands a spectre in your The guilt of blood is at your door : You changed a wholesome heart to gall ... halls and towers : The languid light of your proud eyes Is wearied of the rolling nours . In glowing health , with bound ...
... hall : There stands a spectre in your The guilt of blood is at your door : You changed a wholesome heart to gall ... halls and towers : The languid light of your proud eyes Is wearied of the rolling nours . In glowing health , with bound ...
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... Hall , The host , and I sat round the wassail- bowl , Then half - way ebb'd : and there wo held a talk , How all the old honor had from Christmas gone , Or gone , or dwindled down to some odd games In some old nooks like this ; till I ...
... Hall , The host , and I sat round the wassail- bowl , Then half - way ebb'd : and there wo held a talk , How all the old honor had from Christmas gone , Or gone , or dwindled down to some odd games In some old nooks like this ; till I ...
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... Hall ,, " Why take the style of those heroic times ? For nature brings not back the Masto- don , Nor we those times ... halls Of Camelot , as in the days that were . I perish by this people which I made , - Tho ' Merlin sware that I ...
... Hall ,, " Why take the style of those heroic times ? For nature brings not back the Masto- don , Nor we those times ... halls Of Camelot , as in the days that were . I perish by this people which I made , - Tho ' Merlin sware that I ...
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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...