The Complete Works of Alfred TennysonWorthington Company, 1887 - 482 pages |
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... Take , Madam , this poor book of song ; For tho ' the faults were thick as dust In vacant chambers , I could trust Your kindness . May you rule us long , And leave us rulers of your blood As noble till To the Queen VII.
... Take , Madam , this poor book of song ; For tho ' the faults were thick as dust In vacant chambers , I could trust Your kindness . May you rule us long , And leave us rulers of your blood As noble till To the Queen VII.
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... poor poet's scroll , and with his word She shook the world . THE POET'S MIND . I. VEX not thou the poet's mind With thy shallow wit : Vex not thou the poet's mind ; For thou canst not fathom it . Clear and bright it should be ever ...
... poor poet's scroll , and with his word She shook the world . THE POET'S MIND . I. VEX not thou the poet's mind With thy shallow wit : Vex not thou the poet's mind ; For thou canst not fathom it . Clear and bright it should be ever ...
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... poor about your lands ? Oh ! teach the orphan - boy to read , Or teach the orphan - girl to sew , Pray Heaven for a human heart , And let the foolish yeoman go . THE MAY QUEEN . You must wake and call me early , me early , mother dear ...
... poor about your lands ? Oh ! teach the orphan - boy to read , Or teach the orphan - girl to sew , Pray Heaven for a human heart , And let the foolish yeoman go . THE MAY QUEEN . You must wake and call me early , me early , mother dear ...
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... poor ! Those dragon eyes of anger'd Eleanor Do hunt me , day and night . " She ceased in tears , fallen from hope and trust : To whom the Egyptian : " O , you tamely died ! You should have clung to Fulvia's waist , and thrust The dagger ...
... poor ! Those dragon eyes of anger'd Eleanor Do hunt me , day and night . " She ceased in tears , fallen from hope and trust : To whom the Egyptian : " O , you tamely died ! You should have clung to Fulvia's waist , and thrust The dagger ...
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... poor , Her rags scarce held together ; There strode a stranger to the door , And it was windy weather . He held a goose upon his arm , He utter'd rhyme and reason , " Here , take the goose , and keep you warm , It is a stormy season ...
... poor , Her rags scarce held together ; There strode a stranger to the door , And it was windy weather . He held a goose upon his arm , He utter'd rhyme and reason , " Here , take the goose , and keep you warm , It is a stormy season ...
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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...