The Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson, Poet Laureate, 3. köideHoughton, Mifflin, 1891 |
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... kings , Tho ' the state has done it and thrice as well ; This broad - brimm'd hawker of holy things , Whose ear is cramm'd with his cotton , and rings Even in dreams to the chink of his pence , This huckster put down war ! can he tell ...
... kings , Tho ' the state has done it and thrice as well ; This broad - brimm'd hawker of holy things , Whose ear is cramm'd with his cotton , and rings Even in dreams to the chink of his pence , This huckster put down war ! can he tell ...
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... King Charley snarling , Go back , my lord , across the moor , You are not her darling . XIII . I. SCORN'D , to be scorn'd by one that I scorn , Is that a matter to make me fret ? That a calamity hard to be borne ? Well , he may live to ...
... King Charley snarling , Go back , my lord , across the moor , You are not her darling . XIII . I. SCORN'D , to be scorn'd by one that I scorn , Is that a matter to make me fret ? That a calamity hard to be borne ? Well , he may live to ...
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... kings With one that was his earliest mate ; Who ploughs with pain his native lea And reaps the labor of his hands , Or in the furrow musing stands ; " Does my old friend remember me ? " LXV . SWEET Soul , do with me as thou wilt ; I ...
... kings With one that was his earliest mate ; Who ploughs with pain his native lea And reaps the labor of his hands , Or in the furrow musing stands ; " Does my old friend remember me ? " LXV . SWEET Soul , do with me as thou wilt ; I ...
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... kings : And yet myself have heard him say , That not in any mother town With statelier progress to and fro The double tides of chariots flow By park and suburb under brown Of lustier leaves ; nor more content , He told me , lives in any ...
... kings : And yet myself have heard him say , That not in any mother town With statelier progress to and fro The double tides of chariots flow By park and suburb under brown Of lustier leaves ; nor more content , He told me , lives in any ...
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... kings Who laid about them at their wills and died ; And mixt with these , a lady , one that arm'd Her own fair head ... king to force her to his wish , Nor bent , nor broke , nor shunn'd a soldier's death , But now when all was lost or ...
... kings Who laid about them at their wills and died ; And mixt with these , a lady , one that arm'd Her own fair head ... king to force her to his wish , Nor bent , nor broke , nor shunn'd a soldier's death , But now when all was lost or ...
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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.