The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson. [Vol.8,9 are of the 1878 ed. With] The dramatic works [&c.]. |
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... race'- And common is the commonplace , And vacant chaff well meant for grain . That loss is common would not make My own less bitter , rather more : Too common ! Never morning wore To evening , but some heart did break . O father ...
... race'- And common is the commonplace , And vacant chaff well meant for grain . That loss is common would not make My own less bitter , rather more : Too common ! Never morning wore To evening , but some heart did break . O father ...
หน้า 14
... the brother of my love ; My Arthur , whom I shall not see Till all my widow'd race be run ; Dear as the mother to the son , More than my brothers are to me . X. HEAR the noise about thy keel ; I hear 14 IN MEMORIAM .
... the brother of my love ; My Arthur , whom I shall not see Till all my widow'd race be run ; Dear as the mother to the son , More than my brothers are to me . X. HEAR the noise about thy keel ; I hear 14 IN MEMORIAM .
หน้า 30
... the bosom of the stars . So kind an office hath been done , Such precious relics brought by thee ; The dust of him I shall not see Till all my widow'd race be run . XVIII . IS well ; ' tis something ; we 30 IN MEMORIAM .
... the bosom of the stars . So kind an office hath been done , Such precious relics brought by thee ; The dust of him I shall not see Till all my widow'd race be run . XVIII . IS well ; ' tis something ; we 30 IN MEMORIAM .
หน้า 66
... race ; It was but unity of place That made me dream I rank'd with him . And so may Place retain us still , And he the much - beloved again , A lord of large experience , train To riper growth the mind and will : And what delights can ...
... race ; It was but unity of place That made me dream I rank'd with him . And so may Place retain us still , And he the much - beloved again , A lord of large experience , train To riper growth the mind and will : And what delights can ...
หน้า 104
... race : So , dearest , now thy brows are cold , I see thee what thou art , and know Thy likeness to the wise below , Thy kindred with the great of old . But there is more than I can see , And what I see I leave unsaid , Nor speak it ...
... race : So , dearest , now thy brows are cold , I see thee what thou art , and know Thy likeness to the wise below , Thy kindred with the great of old . But there is more than I can see , And what I see I leave unsaid , Nor speak it ...
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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.