The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Complete in Two Volumes, Volume 2Ticknor and Fields, 1861 |
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Pagina 7
... lost , But all he was is overworn . " II . OLD Yew , which graspest at the stones That name the underlying dead , Thy fibres net the dreamless head ; Thy roots are wrapped about the bones , The seasons bring the flower again , And bring ...
... lost , But all he was is overworn . " II . OLD Yew , which graspest at the stones That name the underlying dead , Thy fibres net the dreamless head ; Thy roots are wrapped about the bones , The seasons bring the flower again , And bring ...
Pagina 9
... lost , Some pleasure from thine early years . Break , thou deep vase of chilling tears , That grief hath shaken into frost ! Such clouds of nameless trouble cross All night below the darkened eyes ; With morning wakes the will , and ...
... lost , Some pleasure from thine early years . Break , thou deep vase of chilling tears , That grief hath shaken into frost ! Such clouds of nameless trouble cross All night below the darkened eyes ; With morning wakes the will , and ...
Pagina 12
... lost Arthur's loved remains , Spread thy full wings , and waft him o'er ! So draw him home to those that mourn , In vain ; a favorable speed Ruffle thy mirrored mast , and lead Through prosperous floods his holy urn ! All night no ruder ...
... lost Arthur's loved remains , Spread thy full wings , and waft him o'er ! So draw him home to those that mourn , In vain ; a favorable speed Ruffle thy mirrored mast , and lead Through prosperous floods his holy urn ! All night no ruder ...
Pagina 15
... lost form that sleep reveals , And moves his doubtful arms , and feels Her place is empty , fall like these , Which weep a loss forever new , A void where heart on heart reposed ; And , where warm hands have pressed and closed , Silence ...
... lost form that sleep reveals , And moves his doubtful arms , and feels Her place is empty , fall like these , Which weep a loss forever new , A void where heart on heart reposed ; And , where warm hands have pressed and closed , Silence ...
Pagina 25
... lost Than never to have loved at all . XXVIII . THE time draws near the birth of Christ : The moon is hid ; the night is still ; The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist . Four voices of four hamlets round ...
... lost Than never to have loved at all . XXVIII . THE time draws near the birth of Christ : The moon is hid ; the night is still ; The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist . Four voices of four hamlets round ...
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The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc, Volume 2 Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson Volledige weergave - 1862 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 178 - Came thro' the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.
Pagina 82 - 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.
Pagina 139 - 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.
Pagina 7 - 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.
Pagina 139 - 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.
Pagina 155 - 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...
Pagina 37 - 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...
Pagina 159 - 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.
Pagina 94 - 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.
Pagina 41 - 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...