The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Complete in Two Volumes, 2. kötetTicknor and Fields, 1861 |
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7. oldal
... keep her raven gloss ; Ah ! sweeter to be drunk with loss , To dance with death , to beat the ground , Than that the victor Hours should scorn The long result of love , and boast : " Behold the man that loved and lost , But all he was ...
... keep her raven gloss ; Ah ! sweeter to be drunk with loss , To dance with death , to beat the ground , Than that the victor Hours should scorn The long result of love , and boast : " Behold the man that loved and lost , But all he was ...
22. oldal
... keeps the keys of all the creeds , I wander , often falling lame , And looking back to whence I came , Or on to where the pathway leads ; And crying , " how changed from where it ran Through lands where not a leaf was dumb ; But all the ...
... keeps the keys of all the creeds , I wander , often falling lame , And looking back to whence I came , Or on to where the pathway leads ; And crying , " how changed from where it ran Through lands where not a leaf was dumb ; But all the ...
26. oldal
... keep our Christmas eve ; Which brings no more a welcome guest To enrich the threshold of the night With showered largess of delight , In dance and song and game and jest . Yet go , and while the holly - boughs Entwine the cold baptismal ...
... keep our Christmas eve ; Which brings no more a welcome guest To enrich the threshold of the night With showered largess of delight , In dance and song and game and jest . Yet go , and while the holly - boughs Entwine the cold baptismal ...
30. oldal
... keep so sweet a thing alive : " But I should turn mine ears and hear The moanings of the homeless sea , The sound of streams that , swift or slow , Draw down Æonian hills , and sow The dust of continents to be ; And Love would answer ...
... keep so sweet a thing alive : " But I should turn mine ears and hear The moanings of the homeless sea , The sound of streams that , swift or slow , Draw down Æonian hills , and sow The dust of continents to be ; And Love would answer ...
40. oldal
... keeps a spirit wholly true To that ideal which he bears ? What record ? not the sinless years That breathed beneath the Syrian blue : " So fret not , like an idle girl , That life is dashed with flecks of sin . Abide : thy wealth is ...
... keeps a spirit wholly true To that ideal which he bears ? What record ? not the sinless years That breathed beneath the Syrian blue : " So fret not , like an idle girl , That life is dashed with flecks of sin . Abide : thy wealth is ...
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178. oldal - Came thro' the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.
82. oldal - 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.
139. oldal - 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.
7. oldal - 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.
139. oldal - 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.
155. oldal - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling ; And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I...
37. oldal - THAT each, who seems a separate whole. Should move his rounds, and fusing all The skirts of self again, should fall Remerging in the general Soul, Is faith as vague as all unsweet : Eternal form shall still divide The eternal soul from all beside ; And I shall know him when we meet...
159. oldal - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river: For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
94. oldal - 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.
41. oldal - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...