The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Two Volumes in OneTicknor and Fields, 1862 - 684 ˹éÒ |
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... woods that belt the gray hill - side The seven elms , the poplars four , That stand beside my father's door , And chiefly from the brook that loves To purl o'er matted cress and ribbed sand , Or dimple in the dark of rushy coves ...
... woods that belt the gray hill - side The seven elms , the poplars four , That stand beside my father's door , And chiefly from the brook that loves To purl o'er matted cress and ribbed sand , Or dimple in the dark of rushy coves ...
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... wood , black as night , Oriana , Ere I rode into the fight , Oriana , While blissful tears blinded my sight , By star - shine and by moonlight , Oriana , I to thee my troth did plight , Oriana . She stood upon the castle wall , Oriana ...
... wood , black as night , Oriana , Ere I rode into the fight , Oriana , While blissful tears blinded my sight , By star - shine and by moonlight , Oriana , I to thee my troth did plight , Oriana . She stood upon the castle wall , Oriana ...
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... the stormy east - wind straining , The pale yellow woods were waning , The broad stream in his banks complaining , Heavily the low sky raining Over towered Camelot ; Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow THE LADY OF SHALOTT . 41.
... the stormy east - wind straining , The pale yellow woods were waning , The broad stream in his banks complaining , Heavily the low sky raining Over towered Camelot ; Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow THE LADY OF SHALOTT . 41.
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... wood . Thy bounteous forehead was not fanned With breezes from our oaken glades , But thou wert nursed in some delicious land Of lavish lights , and floating shades : And flattering thy childish thought The oriental fairy brought , At ...
... wood . Thy bounteous forehead was not fanned With breezes from our oaken glades , But thou wert nursed in some delicious land Of lavish lights , and floating shades : And flattering thy childish thought The oriental fairy brought , At ...
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... woods , ( ' Twas April then , ) I came and sat Below the chestnuts , when their buds Were glistening to the breezy blue ; And on the slope , an absent fool , I cast me down , nor thought of you , But angled in the higher pool . A love ...
... woods , ( ' Twas April then , ) I came and sat Below the chestnuts , when their buds Were glistening to the breezy blue ; And on the slope , an absent fool , I cast me down , nor thought of you , But angled in the higher pool . A love ...
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˹éÒ 184 - Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho...
˹éÒ 82 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
˹éÒ 183 - Myself not least, but honored 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 untraveled world whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
˹éÒ 83 - Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
˹éÒ 95 - THERE rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go. But in my spirit will I dwell, And dream my dream, and hold it true; For tho' my lips may breathe adieu, I cannot think the thing farewell.
˹éÒ 140 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
˹éÒ 155 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
˹éÒ 182 - IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly , both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro...
˹éÒ 176 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!
˹éÒ 91 - And deep-asleep he seemed, yet all awake, And music in his ears his beating heart did make. They sat them down upon the yellow sand, Between the sun and moon upon the shore; And sweet it was to dream of Fatherland, Of child, and wife, and slave; but evermore Most weary seemed the sea, weary the oar, Weary the wandering fields of barren foam. Then some one said, ' We will return no more; ' And all at once they sang, ' Our island home Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam...