The Works of Alfred Lord TennysonMacmillan, 1886 - 640 pages |
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... grace To one of less desert allows This laurel greener from the brows Of him that utter'd nothing base ; And should your greatness , and the care That yokes with empire , yield you time To make demand of modern rhyme If aught of ancient ...
... grace To one of less desert allows This laurel greener from the brows Of him that utter'd nothing base ; And should your greatness , and the care That yokes with empire , yield you time To make demand of modern rhyme If aught of ancient ...
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... grace Would drop from his o'er - brimming love , As manna on my wilderness , If I would pray - that God would move And strike the hard , hard rock , and thence , Sweet in their utmost bitterness , Would issue tears of penitence Which ...
... grace Would drop from his o'er - brimming love , As manna on my wilderness , If I would pray - that God would move And strike the hard , hard rock , and thence , Sweet in their utmost bitterness , Would issue tears of penitence Which ...
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... grace , as tho ' you stood Between the rainbow and the sun . The very smile before you speak , That dimples your transparent cheek , Encircles all the heart , and feedeth The senses with a still delight Of dainty sorrow without sound ...
... grace , as tho ' you stood Between the rainbow and the sun . The very smile before you speak , That dimples your transparent cheek , Encircles all the heart , and feedeth The senses with a still delight Of dainty sorrow without sound ...
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... grace ; and in its place My heart a charmed slumber keeps , While I muse upon thy face ; And a languid fire creeps Thro ' my veins to all my frame , Dissolvingly and slowly soon From thy rose - red lips My name Floweth ; and then , as ...
... grace ; and in its place My heart a charmed slumber keeps , While I muse upon thy face ; And a languid fire creeps Thro ' my veins to all my frame , Dissolvingly and slowly soon From thy rose - red lips My name Floweth ; and then , as ...
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... grace , The Lady of Shalott . ' MARIANA IN THE SOUTH . WITH One black shadow at its feet , The house thro ' all the level shines , Close - latticed to the brooding heat , And silent in its dusty vines : A faint - blue ridge upon the ...
... grace , The Lady of Shalott . ' MARIANA IN THE SOUTH . WITH One black shadow at its feet , The house thro ' all the level shines , Close - latticed to the brooding heat , And silent in its dusty vines : A faint - blue ridge upon the ...
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Page 96 - Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks : The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep 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...
Page 95 - ULYSSES. 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...
Page 222 - 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," he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Page 278 - 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. Ring out a slowly dying cause. And ancient forms of party strife; Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws. Ring out the want, the care, the sin, The faithless coldness of the times; Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, But ring the fuller minstrel in. Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring...
Page 430 - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils 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 should'st 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...
Page 277 - 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. 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. Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife ;...
Page 70 - Made lightnings in the splendour of the moon, And flashing round and round, and whirl'd in an arch, Shot like a streamer of the northern morn, Seen where the moving isles of winter shock By night, with noises of the northern sea. So flash'd and fell the brand Excalibur : But ere he dipt the surface, rose an arm Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, And caught him by the hilt, and brandish'd him Three times, and drew him under in the mere. And lightly went the other to the King. Then spoke King...
Page 261 - Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.
Page 301 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear ; She is coming, my life, my fate ; The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near" ; And the white rose weeps, " She is late" ; The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear " ; And the lily whispers, " I wait." 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 ;...
Page 186 - THE splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. 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.