The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Complete in Two Volumes, المجلد 2Ticknor and Fields, 1861 |
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... wrought At that last hour to please him well ; Who mused on all I had to tell , And something written , something thought ; Expecting still his advent home ; And ever met him on his way With wishes , thinking , here to - day , Or here ...
... wrought At that last hour to please him well ; Who mused on all I had to tell , And something written , something thought ; Expecting still his advent home ; And ever met him on his way With wishes , thinking , here to - day , Or here ...
الصفحة 31
... wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds , More strong than all poetic thought ; Which he may read that binds the sheaf , Or builds the house , or digs the grave , And those wild eyes that watch the ...
... wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds , More strong than all poetic thought ; Which he may read that binds the sheaf , Or builds the house , or digs the grave , And those wild eyes that watch the ...
الصفحة 47
... wrought There flutters up a happy thought , Self - balanced on a lightsome wing ; Since we deserved the name of friends , And thine effect so lives in me , A part of mine may live in thee , And move thee on to noble ends . LXV . You ...
... wrought There flutters up a happy thought , Self - balanced on a lightsome wing ; Since we deserved the name of friends , And thine effect so lives in me , A part of mine may live in thee , And move thee on to noble ends . LXV . You ...
الصفحة 50
... wrought , A gulf that ever shuts and gapes , A hand that points , and palled shapes In shadowy thoroughfares of thought ; And crowds that stream from yawning doors , And shoals of puckered faces drive ; Dark bulks that tumble half alive ...
... wrought , A gulf that ever shuts and gapes , A hand that points , and palled shapes In shadowy thoroughfares of thought ; And crowds that stream from yawning doors , And shoals of puckered faces drive ; Dark bulks that tumble half alive ...
الصفحة 54
... wrought with tumult of acclaim . A LXXV . TAKE wings of fancy , and ascend , And in a moment set thy face Where all the starry heavens of space Are sharpened to a needle's end ; Take wings of foresight ; lighten through The secular ...
... wrought with tumult of acclaim . A LXXV . TAKE wings of fancy , and ascend , And in a moment set thy face Where all the starry heavens of space Are sharpened to a needle's end ; Take wings of foresight ; lighten through The secular ...
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الصفحة 178 - Came thro' the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...