The Poetical Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson: Poet LaureateT.Y. Crowell & Company, 1885 - 933 pages |
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... follows it , riving the spirit of man , Making earth wonder , So was their meaning to her words . No sword Of wrath her right arm whirl'd , But one poor poet's scroll , and with his word She shook the world . THE POET'S MIND . I. VEX ...
... follows it , riving the spirit of man , Making earth wonder , So was their meaning to her words . No sword Of wrath her right arm whirl'd , But one poor poet's scroll , and with his word She shook the world . THE POET'S MIND . I. VEX ...
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... follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of conse quence . ' " Dear mother Ida , hearken ere I die Again she said : ' I woo thee not with gifts . Sequel of guerdon could not alter me To fairer . Judge thou me by what I am , So shalt thou ...
... follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of conse quence . ' " Dear mother Ida , hearken ere I die Again she said : ' I woo thee not with gifts . Sequel of guerdon could not alter me To fairer . Judge thou me by what I am , So shalt thou ...
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... follow flying steps of Truth Across the brazen bridge of war- If New and Old , disastrous feud , Must ever shock , like armed foes , And this be true , till Time shall close , That Principles are rain'd in blood ; Not yet the wise of ...
... follow flying steps of Truth Across the brazen bridge of war- If New and Old , disastrous feud , Must ever shock , like armed foes , And this be true , till Time shall close , That Principles are rain'd in blood ; Not yet the wise of ...
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... follow'd , either hand , Or voice , or else a motion of the mere . This is a shameful thing for men to lie . Yet now , I charge thee , quickly go again As thou art lief and dear , and do the thing I bade thee , watch , and lightly bring ...
... follow'd , either hand , Or voice , or else a motion of the mere . This is a shameful thing for men to lie . Yet now , I charge thee , quickly go again As thou art lief and dear , and do the thing I bade thee , watch , and lightly bring ...
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... follow'd counsel , comfort , and the words That make a man feel strong in speak- ing truth ; Till now the dark was worn , and over- head The lights of sunset and of sunrise mix'd In that brief night ; the summer night , that paused ...
... follow'd counsel , comfort , and the words That make a man feel strong in speak- ing truth ; Till now the dark was worn , and over- head The lights of sunset and of sunrise mix'd In that brief night ; the summer night , that paused ...
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Page 78 - 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 That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Page 405 - 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.
Page 58 - In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon. Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon; And, like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke. Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go; And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.
Page 377 - And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound." So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away.
Page 170 - Forward the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns ! " he said. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Page 134 - 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.
Page 75 - And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur, And o'er him, drawing it, the winter moon, Brightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt: For all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks, Myriads...
Page 139 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 375 - Ah, miserable and unkind, untrue, Unknightly, traitor-hearted ! Woe is me ! Authority forgets a dying king, Laid widow'd of the power in his eye That bow'd the will. I see thee what thou art, For thou, the latest-left of all my knights, In whom should meet the offices of all, Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt ; Either from lust of gold, or like a girl Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes. Yet, for a man may fail in duty twice, And the third time may prosper, get thee hence : But, if...
Page 77 - A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, 'Place me in the barge,