The Poetical Works of Alfred TennysonHarper, 1870 - Всего страниц: 246 |
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. And say to Robin a kind word , and tell him not to fret ; There's many worthier than I , would make him happy yet . If I had lived - I cannot tell - I might have been his wife ; But all these things have ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. And say to Robin a kind word , and tell him not to fret ; There's many worthier than I , would make him happy yet . If I had lived - I cannot tell - I might have been his wife ; But all these things have ...
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... tell o'er Each little sound and sight . With what dull pain Compass'd , how eagerly I sought to strike Into that wondrous track of dreams again ! But no two dreams are like . As when a soul laments , which hath been blest 88 A DREAM OF ...
... tell o'er Each little sound and sight . With what dull pain Compass'd , how eagerly I sought to strike Into that wondrous track of dreams again ! But no two dreams are like . As when a soul laments , which hath been blest 88 A DREAM OF ...
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... tell you not to weep . And tho ' mine own eyes fill with dew , Drawn from the spirit thro ' the brain , I will not even preach to you , " Weep , weeping dulls the inward pain . " Let Grief be her own mistress still . She loveth her own ...
... tell you not to weep . And tho ' mine own eyes fill with dew , Drawn from the spirit thro ' the brain , I will not even preach to you , " Weep , weeping dulls the inward pain . " Let Grief be her own mistress still . She loveth her own ...
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... tell her neighbors ; And bless'd herself , and cursed herself , And rested from her labors . And feeding high , and living soft , Grew plump and able - bodied ; Until the grave churchwarden doff'd , The parson smirk'd and nodded . So ...
... tell her neighbors ; And bless'd herself , and cursed herself , And rested from her labors . And feeding high , and living soft , Grew plump and able - bodied ; Until the grave churchwarden doff'd , The parson smirk'd and nodded . So ...
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... tell you all , But while I mused came Memory with sad eyes , Holding the folded annals of my youth ; And while I mused , Love with knit brows went by , And with a flying finger swept my lips , And spake , " Be wise : not easily forgiven ...
... tell you all , But while I mused came Memory with sad eyes , Holding the folded annals of my youth ; And while I mused , Love with knit brows went by , And with a flying finger swept my lips , And spake , " Be wise : not easily forgiven ...
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Стр. 112 - 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 That slope thro...
Стр. 89 - 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. 56 - 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. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This...
Стр. 122 - 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. 140 - 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.
Стр. 145 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them...
Стр. 60 - From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue; Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm, With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunderstorm; Till the war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battle-flags were furl'd In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law. So I triumph'd ere my passion sweeping thro...
Стр. 122 - Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind.
Стр. 89 - 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.
Стр. 222 - Himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world. 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...