The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson: Poet Laureate, Etc, Bind 1Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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Side 9
... sit ; Falsehood shall bare her plaited brow : Fair - fronted Truth shall droop not now With shrilling shafts of subtle wit . Nor martyr - flames nor trenchant swords Can do away that ancient lie : A gentler death shall Falsehood die ...
... sit ; Falsehood shall bare her plaited brow : Fair - fronted Truth shall droop not now With shrilling shafts of subtle wit . Nor martyr - flames nor trenchant swords Can do away that ancient lie : A gentler death shall Falsehood die ...
Side 11
... sits . When merry milkmaids click the latch , And rarely smells the new - mown hay , And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch Twice or thrice his roundelay , Twice or thrice his roundelay ; Alone and warming his five wits The white owl ...
... sits . When merry milkmaids click the latch , And rarely smells the new - mown hay , And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch Twice or thrice his roundelay , Twice or thrice his roundelay ; Alone and warming his five wits The white owl ...
Side 23
... to charm Pallas and Juno sitting by : And with a sweeping of the arm , And a lack - lustre dead - blue eye , Devolved his rounded periods . IV . Most delicately hour by hour He canvassed human A CHARACTER . 23 A Character The Poet.
... to charm Pallas and Juno sitting by : And with a sweeping of the arm , And a lack - lustre dead - blue eye , Devolved his rounded periods . IV . Most delicately hour by hour He canvassed human A CHARACTER . 23 A Character The Poet.
Side 34
... Sitting alone , Singing alone Under the sea , With a crown of gold , On a throne ? I would be a merman bold ; I would sit and sing the whole of the day ; I would fill the sea - halls with a voice of power , But at night I would roam ...
... Sitting alone , Singing alone Under the sea , With a crown of gold , On a throne ? I would be a merman bold ; I would sit and sing the whole of the day ; I would fill the sea - halls with a voice of power , But at night I would roam ...
Side 50
... sit , Three fingers round the old silver cup- I see his gray eyes twinkle yet At his own jest - gray eyes lit up With summer lightnings of a soul So full of summer warmth , so glad , So healthy , sound , and clear and whole , His memory ...
... sit , Three fingers round the old silver cup- I see his gray eyes twinkle yet At his own jest - gray eyes lit up With summer lightnings of a soul So full of summer warmth , so glad , So healthy , sound , and clear and whole , His memory ...
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Annie answer arms babe beneath betwixt blazoned blow breast breath brows Camelot cheek child cloud crown Cyril dark dead dear death deep dipt Dora dream dropt earth Edwin Morris Enoch Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fall father fear Florian flowers flying folds forever golden gray hand happy head hear heard heart Heaven hills hollow hour king King Arthur kiss knew Lady of Shalott land light lips live Locksley Hall look Lord maiden mind moon morn mother Ida move murmur night o'er Oriana Philip Princess Ida Queen rolled rose round scorn seemed shadow Shalott silent SIMEON STYLITES Sir Bedivere sleep smile song soul spake speak spoke star stept stood summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought turned unto vext voice wall of night weary whisper wild wind woman words yonder
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Side 192 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see — Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be ; Saw the heavens...
Side 129 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
Side 183 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea : I am become a name ; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but...
Side 131 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Side 184 - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
Side 293 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Side 126 - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : ' I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
Side 196 - Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change. Thro...
Side 185 - Pleiads, rising through the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid. Here about the beach I wandered, nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of time...
Side 131 - Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow. Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.