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... The Poetical Works - Стр. 112авторы: Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1870 - Страниц: 246Полный просмотр
- Подробнее о книге
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1995 - Страниц: 232
...firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great worlds altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith,...is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. LVI 'So careful of the type?' but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, 'A thousand...
none - 1998 - Страниц: 928
[ Извините, доступ к содержанию этой страницы ограничен. ]
William Barclay - 1998 - Страниц: 324
...No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul? I stretch lame hands of faith and grope, And gather...is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last - far off- at last, to all,...