The Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson, Poet Laureate, 3. köideHoughton, Mifflin, 1891 |
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... never be broken by Maud , she has neither savor nor salt , But a cold and clear - cut face , as I found when her carriage past , Perfectly beautiful : let it be granted her : where is the fault ? All that I saw ( for her eyes were ...
... never be broken by Maud , she has neither savor nor salt , But a cold and clear - cut face , as I found when her carriage past , Perfectly beautiful : let it be granted her : where is the fault ? All that I saw ( for her eyes were ...
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... never comes to his place : Shall I believe him ashamed to be seen ? For only once , in the village street , Last year , I caught a glimpse of his face , A gray old wolf and a lean . Scarcely , now , would I call him a cheat ; For then ...
... never comes to his place : Shall I believe him ashamed to be seen ? For only once , in the village street , Last year , I caught a glimpse of his face , A gray old wolf and a lean . Scarcely , now , would I call him a cheat ; For then ...
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... never yet so warmly ran my blood And sweetly , on and on Calming itself to the long - wish'd - for end , Full to the banks , close on the promised good . None like her , none . II . Just now the dry - tongued laurels ' pattering talk ...
... never yet so warmly ran my blood And sweetly , on and on Calming itself to the long - wish'd - for end , Full to the banks , close on the promised good . None like her , none . II . Just now the dry - tongued laurels ' pattering talk ...
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... never can hope to pay ; And if ever I should forget That I owe this debt to you And for your sweet sake to yours ; O then , what then shall I say ? — If ever I should forget , May God make me more wretched Than ever I have been yet ! X ...
... never can hope to pay ; And if ever I should forget That I owe this debt to you And for your sweet sake to yours ; O then , what then shall I say ? — If ever I should forget , May God make me more wretched Than ever I have been yet ! X ...
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... never be thine ? But mine , but mine , " so I sware to the rose , " For ever and ever , mine . " VI . And the soul of the rose went into my blood , As the music clash'd in the hall ; And long by the garden lake I stood , For I heard ...
... never be thine ? But mine , but mine , " so I sware to the rose , " For ever and ever , mine . " VI . And the soul of the rose went into my blood , As the music clash'd in the hall ; And long by the garden lake I stood , For I heard ...
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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.