The Poems of Alred Tennyson, 1830-1863Dent, 1906 - 601 oldal |
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... cold hand with tears , and gazeth on Those eyes which wear no light but that wherewith Her phantasy informs them . Where are ye Thrones of the Western wave , fair Islands green ? Where are your moonlight halls , your cedarn glooms , The ...
... cold hand with tears , and gazeth on Those eyes which wear no light but that wherewith Her phantasy informs them . Where are ye Thrones of the Western wave , fair Islands green ? Where are your moonlight halls , your cedarn glooms , The ...
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... cold winds woke the gray - eyed morn About the lonely moated grange . She only said , " The day is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ; She said , " I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ! " About a stone - cast from the wall ...
... cold winds woke the gray - eyed morn About the lonely moated grange . She only said , " The day is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ; She said , " I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ! " About a stone - cast from the wall ...
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... cold , and dead , and corpse - like grown ? And what is left to me , but thou , And faith in thee ? Men pass me by ; Christians with happy countenances- And children all seem full of thee ! And women smile with saint - like glances Like ...
... cold , and dead , and corpse - like grown ? And what is left to me , but thou , And faith in thee ? Men pass me by ; Christians with happy countenances- And children all seem full of thee ! And women smile with saint - like glances Like ...
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... cold At heart , thou wouldest murmur still- " Bring this lamb back into thy fold , My Lord , if so it be thy will " . 66 Would'st tell me I must brook the rod , And chastisement of human pride ; That pride , the sin of devils , stood ...
... cold At heart , thou wouldest murmur still- " Bring this lamb back into thy fold , My Lord , if so it be thy will " . 66 Would'st tell me I must brook the rod , And chastisement of human pride ; That pride , the sin of devils , stood ...
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... cold cold heart— Love is dead . Oh , truest love ! art thou forlorn , And unrevenged ? thy pleasant wiles Forgotten , and thine innocent joy ? Shall hollowhearted apathy , The cruellest form of perfect scorn , With languor of 26 Poems ...
... cold cold heart— Love is dead . Oh , truest love ! art thou forlorn , And unrevenged ? thy pleasant wiles Forgotten , and thine innocent joy ? Shall hollowhearted apathy , The cruellest form of perfect scorn , With languor of 26 Poems ...
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175. oldal - 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...
176. oldal - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
255. oldal - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
176. oldal - 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...
286. oldal - but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries ' a thousand types are gone : I care for nothing, all shall go. Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more.
256. oldal - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust : Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die ; And thou hast made him : thou art just.
183. oldal - 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.
133. oldal - 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. Walking about the gardens and the halls Of Camelot, as in the days that were. I perish by this people which I made, — Tho' Merlin sware that I should come again To rule once more; but, let what will be,...
211. oldal - MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten Because my heart is pure.
175. oldal - Myself not least, but honor'd of them all; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.