The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson. [Vol.8,9 are of the 1878 ed. With] The dramatic works [&c.]. |
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... lives from man to man , And not from man . O Lord , to thee . Forgive my grief for one removed , Thy creature , whom I found so fair . I trust he lives in thee , and there I find him worthier to be loved . Forgive these wild and ...
... lives from man to man , And not from man . O Lord , to thee . Forgive my grief for one removed , Thy creature , whom I found so fair . I trust he lives in thee , and there I find him worthier to be loved . Forgive these wild and ...
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... lives of men . O not for thee the glow , the bloom , Who changest not in any gale , Nor branding summer suns avail To touch thy thousand years of gloom : And gazing on thee , sullen tree , Sick for thy stubborn hardihood , I seem to ...
... lives of men . O not for thee the glow , the bloom , Who changest not in any gale , Nor branding summer suns avail To touch thy thousand years of gloom : And gazing on thee , sullen tree , Sick for thy stubborn hardihood , I seem to ...
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... lives in woe Would dote and pore on yonder cloud That rises upward always higher , And onward drags a labouring breast , And topples round the dreary west , A looming bastion fringed with fire . XVI . HAT words are these have fall'n ...
... lives in woe Would dote and pore on yonder cloud That rises upward always higher , And onward drags a labouring breast , And topples round the dreary west , A looming bastion fringed with fire . XVI . HAT words are these have fall'n ...
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... lives no record of reply , Which telling what it is to die Had surely added praise to praise . From every house the neighbours met , The streets were fill'd with joyful sound , A solemn gladness even crown'd The purple brows of Olivet ...
... lives no record of reply , Which telling what it is to die Had surely added praise to praise . From every house the neighbours met , The streets were fill'd with joyful sound , A solemn gladness even crown'd The purple brows of Olivet ...
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... tears . Thrice blest whose lives are faithful prayers , Whose loves in higher love endure ; What souls possess themselves so pure , Or is there blessedness like theirs ? XXXIII . THOU that after toil and storm Mayst seem 52 IN MEMORIAM .
... tears . Thrice blest whose lives are faithful prayers , Whose loves in higher love endure ; What souls possess themselves so pure , Or is there blessedness like theirs ? XXXIII . THOU that after toil and storm Mayst seem 52 IN MEMORIAM .
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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.