The Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson: Poet LaureateMacmillan and Company, 1892 - Всего страниц: 882 |
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... Flowers thou hadst rear'd — to brush the de From thine own lily , when thy grave Was deep , my mother , in the clay ? Myself ? Is it thus ? Myself ? Had I So little love for thee ? But why Prevail'd not thy pure prayers ? Why pray To ...
... Flowers thou hadst rear'd — to brush the de From thine own lily , when thy grave Was deep , my mother , in the clay ? Myself ? Is it thus ? Myself ? Had I So little love for thee ? But why Prevail'd not thy pure prayers ? Why pray To ...
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... flowers large , Some dropping low their crimson bells Half - closed , and others studded wide With disks and tiars , fed the time With odour in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . Far off , and where the lemon grove In closest ...
... flowers large , Some dropping low their crimson bells Half - closed , and others studded wide With disks and tiars , fed the time With odour in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . Far off , and where the lemon grove In closest ...
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... flowers , a cloth of gold . Thereon , his deep eye laughter - stirr'd With merriment of kingly pride , Sole star of all that place and time , I saw him in his golden prime , THE GOOD HAROUN ALRASCHID . ODE TO MEMORY . ADDRESSED TO I ...
... flowers , a cloth of gold . Thereon , his deep eye laughter - stirr'd With merriment of kingly pride , Sole star of all that place and time , I saw him in his golden prime , THE GOOD HAROUN ALRASCHID . ODE TO MEMORY . ADDRESSED TO I ...
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... flowers , Unto the dwelling she must sway . Well hast thou done , great artist Memory , In setting round thy first experiment With royal frame - work of wrought gold ; Needs must thou dearly love thy first essay , And foremost in thy ...
... flowers , Unto the dwelling she must sway . Well hast thou done , great artist Memory , In setting round thy first experiment With royal frame - work of wrought gold ; Needs must thou dearly love thy first essay , And foremost in thy ...
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... flower Of the laurel - shrubs that hedge it around . The flowers would faint at your cruel cheer . In your eye there is death , There is frost in your breath Which would blight the plants . Where you stand you cannot hear From the ...
... flower Of the laurel - shrubs that hedge it around . The flowers would faint at your cruel cheer . In your eye there is death , There is frost in your breath Which would blight the plants . Where you stand you cannot hear From the ...
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Стр. 70 - Comfort thyself : what comfort is in me ? I have lived my life, and that which I have done May He within Himself make pure ! but thou, If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. 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...
Стр. 272 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Стр. 176 - 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 ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon : Sleep, my little one, sleep,...
Стр. 295 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear ; She is coming, my life, my fate ; The red rose cries, ' She is near, she is near ; ' And the white rose weeps, ' She is late;' The larkspur listens, ' I hear, I hear ;' And the lily whispers,
Стр. 69 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon. Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them; and descending they were ware That all the decks were dense with stately forms, Black-stoled,...
Стр. 181 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Стр. 53 - 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.
Стр. 242 - 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. Thou seemest human and divine, The highest, holiest manhood, thou: Our wills are ours, we know not how; Our wills are ours, to make them thine. Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be: They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
Стр. 209 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man ; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world ; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind ; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto...
Стр. 68 - 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...