Maud; In memoriam; The princess; Enoch ArdenHoughton, Mifflin, 1893 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 29
Page 8
... lost in the liquid azure bloom of a crescent of sea , The silent sapphire - spangled marriage ring of the land ? II . Below me , there , is the village , and looks how quiet and small ! And yet bubbles o'er like a city , with gossip ...
... lost in the liquid azure bloom of a crescent of sea , The silent sapphire - spangled marriage ring of the land ? II . Below me , there , is the village , and looks how quiet and small ! And yet bubbles o'er like a city , with gossip ...
Page 32
... lost in trouble and moving round Here at the head of a tinkling fall , And trying to pass to the sea ; O Rivulet , born at the Hall , My Maud has sent it by thee ( If I read her sweet will right ) On a blushing mission to me , Saying in ...
... lost in trouble and moving round Here at the head of a tinkling fall , And trying to pass to the sea ; O Rivulet , born at the Hall , My Maud has sent it by thee ( If I read her sweet will right ) On a blushing mission to me , Saying in ...
Page 39
... lost ; An old song vexes my ear ; But that of Lamech is mine . VII . For years , a measureless ill , For years , for ever , to part- But she , she would love me still ; And as long , O God , as she Have a grain of love for me , So long ...
... lost ; An old song vexes my ear ; But that of Lamech is mine . VII . For years , a measureless ill , For years , for ever , to part- But she , she would love me still ; And as long , O God , as she Have a grain of love for me , So long ...
Page 48
... lost for a little her lust of gold , And love of a peace that was full of wrongs and shames , Horrible , hateful , monstrous , not to be told ; And hail once more to the banner of battle unroll'd ! Tho ' many a light shall darken , and ...
... lost for a little her lust of gold , And love of a peace that was full of wrongs and shames , Horrible , hateful , monstrous , not to be told ; And hail once more to the banner of battle unroll'd ! Tho ' many a light shall darken , and ...
Page 53
... lost , But all he was is overworn . ' II . OLD Yew , which graspest at the stones That name the underlying dead , Thy fibres net the dreamless head , Thy roots are wrapt about the bones . The seasons bring the flower again , And bring ...
... lost , But all he was is overworn . ' II . OLD Yew , which graspest at the stones That name the underlying dead , Thy fibres net the dreamless head , Thy roots are wrapt about the bones . The seasons bring the flower again , And bring ...
Common terms and phrases
ALFRED LORD TENNYSON Annie answer'd babe beat blood blow breast breath brows call'd Celt child cried Cyril dark dead dear death deep dipt dream dropt dying earth Enoch ENOCH ARDEN ev'n evermore eyes face fair faith fall'n fancy father fear Florian flower flying garden girl gloom grave grief half hall hand happy happy day head hear heard heart Heaven hills hour king knew Lady Psyche land light Lilia lips lives look look'd lord maiden Maud mind morning mother move Muses night noble o'er once peace Philip poison'd Princess Princess Ida Ring rose round sang seem'd shadow sleep smile song sorrow soul speak spirit spoke star stept stood sweet talk'd tears thee thine things thou thought thro touch'd turn'd vext voice wall of night weep wild wind Winter's tale woman wood words yonder
Popular passages
Page 53 - I held it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Page 193 - 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 89 - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
Page 34 - The slender acacia would not shake One long milk-bloom on the tree ; The white lake-blossom fell into the lake, As the pimpernel dozed on the lea ; But the rose was awake all night for your sake, Knowing your promise to me ; The lilies and roses were all awake, They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.
Page 121 - He fought his doubts and gather'd strength, He would not make his judgment blind, He faced the spectres of the mind And laid them : thus he came at length To find a stronger faith his own ; And Power was with him in the night, Which makes the darkness and the light, And dwells not in the light alone, But in the darkness and the cloud, As over Sinai's peaks of old, While Israel made their gods of gold, Altho
Page 182 - 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 56 - Other friends remain,' That 'Loss is common to the race' — And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain. That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common ! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
Page 90 - 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.
Page 35 - 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 ; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Page 148 - Flow thro' our deeds and make them pure, That we may lift from out of dust A voice as unto him that hears, A cry above the conquer' d years To one that with us works, and trust, With faith that comes of self-control, The truths that never can be proved Until we close with all we loved, And all we flow from, soul in soul.