The Poetical Works of Alfred TennysonHarper, 1870 - 246 ˹éÒ |
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... Past Yabbok brook the livelong night , And heaven's mazed signs stood still In the dim tract of Penuel . MADELINE . 1 . THOU art not steeped in golden languors , No tranced summer calm is thine , Ever varying Madeline . Thro ' light and ...
... Past Yabbok brook the livelong night , And heaven's mazed signs stood still In the dim tract of Penuel . MADELINE . 1 . THOU art not steeped in golden languors , No tranced summer calm is thine , Ever varying Madeline . Thro ' light and ...
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... past , To glorify the present ; oh , haste , Visit my low desire ! Strengthen me , enlighten me ! I faint in this obscurity , Thou dewy dawn of memory . 2 . Come not as thou camest of late , Flinging the gloom of yesternight On the ...
... past , To glorify the present ; oh , haste , Visit my low desire ! Strengthen me , enlighten me ! I faint in this obscurity , Thou dewy dawn of memory . 2 . Come not as thou camest of late , Flinging the gloom of yesternight On the ...
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... past away , Ere the placid lips be cold ? Wherefore those faint smiles of thine , Spiritual Adeline ? 3 . What hope or fear or joy is thine ? Who talketh with thee , Adeline ? For sure thou art not all alone : Do beating hearts of ...
... past away , Ere the placid lips be cold ? Wherefore those faint smiles of thine , Spiritual Adeline ? 3 . What hope or fear or joy is thine ? Who talketh with thee , Adeline ? For sure thou art not all alone : Do beating hearts of ...
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... past Into deep orange o'er the sea , Low on her knees herself she cast , Before Our Lady murmur'd she ; Complaining , " Mother , give me grace To help me of my weary load , " And on the liquid mirror glow'd The clear perfection of her ...
... past Into deep orange o'er the sea , Low on her knees herself she cast , Before Our Lady murmur'd she ; Complaining , " Mother , give me grace To help me of my weary load , " And on the liquid mirror glow'd The clear perfection of her ...
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... past into the level flood , And there a vision caught my eye ; The reflex of a beauteous form , A glowing arm , a gleaming neck , As when a sunbeam wavers warm Within the dark and dimpled beck . For you remember , you had set , That ...
... past into the level flood , And there a vision caught my eye ; The reflex of a beauteous form , A glowing arm , a gleaming neck , As when a sunbeam wavers warm Within the dark and dimpled beck . For you remember , you had set , That ...
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˹éÒ 112 - So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life; That I, considering everywhere Her secret meaning in her deeds, And finding that of fifty seeds She often brings but one to bear; I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro...
˹éÒ 89 - 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.
˹éÒ 56 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This...
˹éÒ 122 - 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 140 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow.
˹éÒ 145 - 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. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them...
˹éÒ 60 - From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue; Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm, With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunderstorm; Till the war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battle-flags were furl'd In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law. So I triumph'd ere my passion sweeping thro...
˹éÒ 122 - 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.
˹éÒ 89 - Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. ' Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others ; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret ; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
˹éÒ 222 - Himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world. Comfort thyself: what comfort is in me? I have lived my life, and that which I have done May He within Himself make pure! but thou, If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. 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...