The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Complete in Two Volumes, 2. kötetTicknor and Fields, 1861 |
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51. oldal
... talk , as once we talked Of men and minds , the dust of change , The days that grow to something strange , In walking as of old we walked Beside the river's wooded reach , The fortress , and the mountain ridge , The cataract flashing ...
... talk , as once we talked Of men and minds , the dust of change , The days that grow to something strange , In walking as of old we walked Beside the river's wooded reach , The fortress , and the mountain ridge , The cataract flashing ...
59. oldal
... talk , Or deep dispute , and graceful jest : While now thy prosperous labor fills The lips of men with honest praise , And sun by sun the happy days Descend below the golden hills With promise of a morn as fair ; And all the train of ...
... talk , Or deep dispute , and graceful jest : While now thy prosperous labor fills The lips of men with honest praise , And sun by sun the happy days Descend below the golden hills With promise of a morn as fair ; And all the train of ...
68. oldal
... talk them over , to wish them here , To count their memories half divine ; But if they came who passed away , Behold their brides in other hands : The hard heir strides about their lands , And will not yield them for a day . Yea ...
... talk them over , to wish them here , To count their memories half divine ; But if they came who passed away , Behold their brides in other hands : The hard heir strides about their lands , And will not yield them for a day . Yea ...
84. oldal
... talk and treat Of all things even as he were by : We keep the day . With festal cheer , With books and music , surely we Will drink to him , whate'er he be , And sing the songs he loved to hear . CVII . I WILL not shut me from my kind ...
... talk and treat Of all things even as he were by : We keep the day . With festal cheer , With books and music , surely we Will drink to him , whate'er he be , And sing the songs he loved to hear . CVII . I WILL not shut me from my kind ...
85. oldal
... talk From household fountains never dry ; The critic clearness of an eye , That saw through all the Muses ' walk ; Seraphic intellect and force To seize and throw the doubts of man ; Impassioned logic , which outran The hearer in its ...
... talk From household fountains never dry ; The critic clearness of an eye , That saw through all the Muses ' walk ; Seraphic intellect and force To seize and throw the doubts of man ; Impassioned logic , which outran The hearer in its ...
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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...