The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson. [Vol.8,9 are of the 1878 ed. With] The dramatic works [&c.]. |
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... think And all my knowledge of myself ; And made me that delirious man Whose fancy fuses old and new , And flashes into false and true , And mingles all without a plan ? XVII . HOU comest , much wept for : such 28 IN MEMORIAM .
... think And all my knowledge of myself ; And made me that delirious man Whose fancy fuses old and new , And flashes into false and true , And mingles all without a plan ? XVII . HOU comest , much wept for : such 28 IN MEMORIAM .
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... Fancy light from Fancy caught , And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech ; And all we met was fair and good , And all was good that Time could bring , And all the secret of the Spring Moved in ...
... Fancy light from Fancy caught , And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech ; And all we met was fair and good , And all was good that Time could bring , And all the secret of the Spring Moved in ...
หน้า 73
... fancy's tenderest eddy wreathe , The slightest air of song shall breathe To make the sullen surface crisp . And look thy look , and go thy way , But blame not thou the winds that make The seeming - wanton ripple break , The tender ...
... fancy's tenderest eddy wreathe , The slightest air of song shall breathe To make the sullen surface crisp . And look thy look , and go thy way , But blame not thou the winds that make The seeming - wanton ripple break , The tender ...
หน้า 77
... fancy give , That had the wild oat not been sown , The soil , left barren , scarce had grown The grain by which a man may live ? Oh , if we held the doctrine sound For life outliving heats of youth , Yet who would preach it as a truth ...
... fancy give , That had the wild oat not been sown , The soil , left barren , scarce had grown The grain by which a man may live ? Oh , if we held the doctrine sound For life outliving heats of youth , Yet who would preach it as a truth ...
หน้า 93
... fancy trouble - tost With " Love's too precious to be lost , A little grain shall not be spilt . " And in that solace can I sing , Till out of painful phases wrought There flutters up a happy thought , Self - balanced on a lightsome ...
... fancy trouble - tost With " Love's too precious to be lost , A little grain shall not be spilt . " And in that solace can I sing , Till out of painful phases wrought There flutters up a happy thought , Self - balanced on a lightsome ...
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baptismal font beat Behold bells bliss blood bloom break breast breath bring brows calm Christmas-eve churl cloud cold crown'd Danube dark darken'd dead dear Death deep dipt divine doubt dream dust dying earth ev'n evermore eyes fair faith faithless fall'n fancy fear flower gloom golden hour grave grief half hands happy happy days harp hath hear heart hills hope Hope and Fear hour human land leaf leave light lips lives look look'd love thee lying lip marge mind moon morn move Muse night o'er peace regret rill Ring rise round sang seem'd Seraphic shade Shadow Shadow watching shore silence sing sleep song sorrow soul spirit star sweet tears thine things thou art thought thro touch'd trust truth unto vaults of Death voice weep whisper wild wild bells wilt winds wings words wrought yonder
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หน้า 70 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
หน้า 72 - The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
หน้า 73 - 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.
หน้า 191 - Nor thro' the questions men may try, The petty cobwebs we have spun : If e'er when faith had fall'n 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 answer'd
หน้า 61 - THE baby new to earth and sky, What time his tender palm is prest Against the circle of the breast, Has never thought that " this is I :" But as he grows he gathers much, And learns the use of "I," and "me," And finds "I am not what I see, And other than the things I touch.
หน้า 8 - A hand that can be clasp'd no more — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly through the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.
หน้า 63 - That each, who seems a separate whole, Should move his rounds, and fusing all The skirts of self again, should fall Remerging in the general Soul, Is faith as vague as all unsweet. Eternal form shall still divide The eternal soul from all beside; And I shall know him when we meet; And we shall sit at endless feast, Enjoying each the other's good.
หน้า 5 - I SOMETIMES hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel ; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within.