The works of Tennyson. Sch. ed, Bind 2 |
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Annie answer'd ask'd Aylmer babe beat bird blood blow break breath call'd Celt child cried Cyril dark dead dear death deep dream dropt earth eerd Enoch Enoch Arden ev'n evermore eyes face fair fall'n fancy father fear Florian flower flying girl gloom golden golden hour gone grave grief half hall hand happy happy day head hear heard heart Heaven Hexameters hour king knew land light little birdie lives look'd Lord maiden manorial Maud morning mother move Muses night noble o'er once passion peace Philip poison'd Princess Ida Ring rose round seem'd shadow shame silent sleep smile song sorrow soul speak spirit spoke star Stept stood sweet talk'd tears thee thine things thou thought thro touch'd turn'd vext voice walk'd wall of night weep wife wild wind woman wood yonder
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Side 137 - The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
Side 98 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Side 62 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Side 63 - On lips that are for others ; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret ; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Side 177 - Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun.
Side 123 - 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.
Side 62 - The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Side 10 - The sunrise broken into scarlet shafts Among the palms and ferns and precipices; The blaze upon the waters to the east; The blaze upon his island overhead; The blaze upon the waters to the west; Then the great stars that globed themselves in Heaven, The hollower-bellowing ocean, and again The scarlet shafts of sunrise — but no sail.
Side 131 - Sat silent, looking each at each. Then echo-like our voices rang ; We sung, tho' every eye was dim, A merry song we sang with him Last year : impetuously we sang. We ceased : a gentler feeling crept Upon us : surely rest is meet : ' They rest,' we said, ' their sleep is sweet,' And silence follow'd, and we wept.
Side 95 - In that dread sound to the great name Which he has worn so pure of blame, In praise and in dispraise the same, A man of well-attemper'd frame.