The Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson, Poet LaureateMacmillan, 1889 - Всего страниц: 807 |
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... earth , and leave • 119 THE WINDOW ; OR , THE SONG of the Wrens : ' Come not , when I am dead • 119 The Letters . The Window 120 . 244 The Vision of Sin . On the Hill 244 120 To after reading a Life and Letters At the Window · · • 123 ...
... earth , and leave • 119 THE WINDOW ; OR , THE SONG of the Wrens : ' Come not , when I am dead • 119 The Letters . The Window 120 . 244 The Vision of Sin . On the Hill 244 120 To after reading a Life and Letters At the Window · · • 123 ...
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... earth Had a birth , As all men know , Long ago . And the old earth must die . So let the warm winds range , And the blue wave beat the shore ; For even and morn Ye will never see Thro ' eternity . All things were born . Ye will come ...
... earth Had a birth , As all men know , Long ago . And the old earth must die . So let the warm winds range , And the blue wave beat the shore ; For even and morn Ye will never see Thro ' eternity . All things were born . Ye will come ...
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... Earth goes to earth , with grief , not fear , With hopeful grief , were passing sweet ! Thrice happy state again to be The trustful infant on the knee ! Who lets his rosy fingers play About his mother's neck , and knows Nothing beyond ...
... Earth goes to earth , with grief , not fear , With hopeful grief , were passing sweet ! Thrice happy state again to be The trustful infant on the knee ! Who lets his rosy fingers play About his mother's neck , and knows Nothing beyond ...
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... earth With mellow preludes , We are free . ' The streams through many a lilied row Down - carolling to the crisped sea , Low - tinkled with a bell - like flow Atween the blossoms , LILIAN . I. AIRY , fairy Lilian , We are free ...
... earth With mellow preludes , We are free . ' The streams through many a lilied row Down - carolling to the crisped sea , Low - tinkled with a bell - like flow Atween the blossoms , LILIAN . I. AIRY , fairy Lilian , We are free ...
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... earth forlorn , What time the amber morn thee The light of thy great presence ; and the cope Of the half - attain'd futurity , Tho ' deep not fathomless , Forth gushes from beneath a low - hung cloud . V. Was cloven with the million ...
... earth forlorn , What time the amber morn thee The light of thy great presence ; and the cope Of the half - attain'd futurity , Tho ' deep not fathomless , Forth gushes from beneath a low - hung cloud . V. Was cloven with the million ...
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Стр. 124 - BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad. That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a...
Стр. 96 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides ; and tho...
Стр. 95 - For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought...
Стр. 301 - 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, 'I wait." 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...
Стр. 96 - This labour, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees Subdue them to the useful and the good. Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere Of common duties, decent not to fail In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with...
Стр. 261 - The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul? 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; That I, considering everywhere Her secret meaning in her deeds, And finding that of fifty seeds She often brings but one to bear, I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs...
Стр. 282 - 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. But in my spirit will I dwell, And dream my dream, and hold it true; For tho' my lips may breathe adieu, I cannot think the thing farewell.
Стр. 54 - 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.
Стр. 95 - Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly , both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro...
Стр. 463 - And bore him to a chapel nigh the field, . A broken chancel with a broken cross, That stood on a dark strait of barren land : On one side lay the Ocean, and on one Lay a great water, and the moon was full. Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere : 'The sequel of to-day unsolders all The goodliest fellowship of famous knights Whereof this world holds record. Such a sleep They sleep — the men I loved. I think that we Shall never more, at any future time, Delight our souls with talk of knightly deeds,...