The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Complete in Two Volumes, Volume 2Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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Pagina 5
... Thine are these orbs of light and shade ; Thou madest Life in man and brute ; Thou madest Death ; and lo ! thy foot Is on the skull which thou hast made . Thou wilt not leave us in the dust : Thou madest man , he knows not why ; He ...
... Thine are these orbs of light and shade ; Thou madest Life in man and brute ; Thou madest Death ; and lo ! thy foot Is on the skull which thou hast made . Thou wilt not leave us in the dust : Thou madest man , he knows not why ; He ...
Pagina 29
... thine , Her hands are quicker unto good . O , sacred be the flesh and blood To which she links a truth divine ! See , thou that countest reason ripe In holding by the law within , Thou fail not in a world of sin , And ev'n for want of ...
... thine , Her hands are quicker unto good . O , sacred be the flesh and blood To which she links a truth divine ! See , thou that countest reason ripe In holding by the law within , Thou fail not in a world of sin , And ev'n for want of ...
Pagina 32
... thine ear . XXXIX . COULD we forget the widowed hour , And look on Spirits breathed away , As on a maiden in the day When first she wears her orange - flower ! When crowned with blessing she doth rise To take her 32 IN MEMORIAM .
... thine ear . XXXIX . COULD we forget the widowed hour , And look on Spirits breathed away , As on a maiden in the day When first she wears her orange - flower ! When crowned with blessing she doth rise To take her 32 IN MEMORIAM .
Pagina 33
... thine in undiscovered lands . XL . THY spirit , ere our fatal loss , Did ever rise from high to higher ; As mounts the heavenward altar - fire , As flies the lighter through the gross . VOL . IL 3 But thou art turned to something ...
... thine in undiscovered lands . XL . THY spirit , ere our fatal loss , Did ever rise from high to higher ; As mounts the heavenward altar - fire , As flies the lighter through the gross . VOL . IL 3 But thou art turned to something ...
Pagina 42
... thine appeal to me : I bring to life , I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more . " And he , shall he , Man , her last work , who seemed so fair , Such splendid purpose in his eyes , Who rolled the psalm ...
... thine appeal to me : I bring to life , I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more . " And he , shall he , Man , her last work , who seemed so fair , Such splendid purpose in his eyes , Who rolled the psalm ...
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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 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 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 154 - I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Pagina 178 - Then they rode back, but not Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well Came thro...
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...
Pagina 5 - STRONG Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove; Thine are these orbs of light and shade; Thou madest Life in man and brute ; Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot Is on the skull which thou hast made.
Pagina 83 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease ; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Pagina 5 - Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be; They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
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; And we shall sit at endless feast, Enjoying each the other's good.
Pagina 46 - Who breaks his birth's invidious bar, And grasps the skirts of happy chance, And breasts the blows of circumstance, And grapples with his evil star...