The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson: Poet Laureate, Etc, Bind 1Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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Side 9
... 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 , Shot through and through with cunning words . Weak Truth , a ...
... 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 , Shot through and through with cunning words . Weak Truth , a ...
Side 25
... truth , To throng with stately blooms the breathing spring Of Hope and Youth . So many minds did gird their orbs with beams , Though one did fling the fire . Heaven flowed upon the soul in Of high desire . many dreams Thus truth was ...
... truth , To throng with stately blooms the breathing spring Of Hope and Youth . So many minds did gird their orbs with beams , Though one did fling the fire . Heaven flowed upon the soul in Of high desire . many dreams Thus truth was ...
Side 55
... right alone . His light upon the letter dwells , For all the spirit is his own . So , if I waste words now , in truth You must blame Love His early rage Had force to make me rhyme in youth , And THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER . 55.
... right alone . His light upon the letter dwells , For all the spirit is his own . So , if I waste words now , in truth You must blame Love His early rage Had force to make me rhyme in youth , And THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER . 55.
Side 71
... truth designed . Or the maid - mother by a crucifix , In tracts of pasture sunny - warm , Beneath branch - work of costly sardonyx Sat smiling , babe in arm . Or in a clear - walled city on the sea , Near gilded organ - pipes , her hair ...
... truth designed . Or the maid - mother by a crucifix , In tracts of pasture sunny - warm , Beneath branch - work of costly sardonyx Sat smiling , babe in arm . Or in a clear - walled city on the sea , Near gilded organ - pipes , her hair ...
Side 79
... truths of you . Indeed , I heard one bitter word That scarce is fit for you to hear ; Her manners had not that repose Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere Lady Clara Vere de Vere , There stands a spectre in your hall : The guilt of ...
... truths of you . Indeed , I heard one bitter word That scarce is fit for you to hear ; Her manners had not that repose Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere Lady Clara Vere de Vere , There stands a spectre in your hall : The guilt of ...
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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.