The Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson, Poet Laureate, 3. köideHoughton, Mifflin, 1891 |
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... follow , tho ' I walk in haste , And think , that somewhere in the waste The Shadow sits and waits for me . XXIIJ . Now , sometimes in my sorrow shut , Or breaking into song by fits , Alone , alone , to where he sits , The Shadow cloak ...
... follow , tho ' I walk in haste , And think , that somewhere in the waste The Shadow sits and waits for me . XXIIJ . Now , sometimes in my sorrow shut , Or breaking into song by fits , Alone , alone , to where he sits , The Shadow cloak ...
Page 73
... follow'd , and we wept . Our voices took a higher range ; Once more we sang : " They do not die Nor lose their mortal sympathy , Nor change to us , although they change ; Rapt from the fickle and the frail With gather'd power IN ...
... follow'd , and we wept . Our voices took a higher range ; Once more we sang : " They do not die Nor lose their mortal sympathy , Nor change to us , although they change ; Rapt from the fickle and the frail With gather'd power IN ...
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... follow'd thought . Forg On W T To # CXIII . 8. sorrow makes us wise ; ruch wisdom sleeps with thee alone had guided me , Je seasons that may rise ; Boubt , who knew thee keen incutit , rit , to with force and skill fashion , to fulfil ...
... follow'd thought . Forg On W T To # CXIII . 8. sorrow makes us wise ; ruch wisdom sleeps with thee alone had guided me , Je seasons that may rise ; Boubt , who knew thee keen incutit , rit , to with force and skill fashion , to fulfil ...
Page 137
... follow'd thought . CXIII . " Tis held that sorrow makes us wise ; Yet how much wisdom sleeps with thee Which not alone had guided me , But served the seasons that may rise ; For can I doubt , who knew thee keen In intellect , with force ...
... follow'd thought . CXIII . " Tis held that sorrow makes us wise ; Yet how much wisdom sleeps with thee Which not alone had guided me , But served the seasons that may rise ; For can I doubt , who knew thee keen In intellect , with force ...
Page 162
... follow , each in turn ; and so We forged a sevenfold story . Kind ? what kind ? Chimeras , crotchets , Christmas solecisms , Seven - headed monsters only made to kill Time by the fire in winter . ” " Kill him now , The tyrant ! kill him ...
... follow , each in turn ; and so We forged a sevenfold story . Kind ? what kind ? Chimeras , crotchets , Christmas solecisms , Seven - headed monsters only made to kill Time by the fire in winter . ” " Kill him now , The tyrant ! kill him ...
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Page 139 - 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.
Page 87 - 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...
Page 189 - 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.
Page 179 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon...
Page 233 - ... white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk ; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font : The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake : So fold thyself, my dearest,...
Page 86 - 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...
Page 51 - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust : Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die ; And thou hast made him : thou art just.
Page 149 - Whereof the man, that with me trod This planet, was a noble type Appearing ere the times were ripe, That friend of mine who lives in God, That God, which ever lives and loves, One God, one law, one element, And one far-off divine event, To which the whole creation moves.
Page 88 - So careful of the type ?' but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, 'A thousand types are gone : I care for nothing, all shall go. 'Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death: The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more.
Page 88 - Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shriek'd against his creed — Who loved, who suffer'd countless ills, Who battled for the True, the Just, Be blown about the desert dust, Or seal'd within the iron hills? No more? A monster then, a dream, A discord. Dragons of the prime, That tare each other in their slime, Were mellow music match'd with him.