The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Two Volumes in OneTicknor and Fields, 1862 - 684 Seiten |
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... grief be wild , You should not fret for me , mother , you have another child . X. If I can I'll come again , mother , from out my resting- place ; Though you'll not see me , mother , I shall look upon your face ; Though I cannot speak a ...
... grief be wild , You should not fret for me , mother , you have another child . X. If I can I'll come again , mother , from out my resting- place ; Though you'll not see me , mother , I shall look upon your face ; Though I cannot speak a ...
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... grief became A solemn scorn of ills . LVIII . " When the next moon was rolled into the sky , Strength came to me that equalled my desire . How beautiful a thing it was to die For God and for my sire ! LIX . " It comforts me in this one ...
... grief became A solemn scorn of ills . LVIII . " When the next moon was rolled into the sky , Strength came to me that equalled my desire . How beautiful a thing it was to die For God and for my sire ! LIX . " It comforts me in this one ...
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... grief I am not all unlearned ; Once through mine own doors Death did pass ; One went , who never hath returned . VI . He will not smile - not speak to me Once more . Two years his chair is seen Empty before us . That was he Without ...
... grief I am not all unlearned ; Once through mine own doors Death did pass ; One went , who never hath returned . VI . He will not smile - not speak to me Once more . Two years his chair is seen Empty before us . That was he Without ...
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... Grief be her own mistress still . She loveth her own anguish deep More than much pleasure . Let her will Be done - to weep or not to weep . I will not say XII . " God's ordinance Of Death is blown in every wind ; For that is not a ...
... Grief be her own mistress still . She loveth her own anguish deep More than much pleasure . Let her will Be done - to weep or not to weep . I will not say XII . " God's ordinance Of Death is blown in every wind ; For that is not a ...
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... grief would make Grief more . " Twere better I should cease Although myself could almost take The place of him that sleeps in peace : XVIII . Sleep sweetly , tender heart , in peace : Sleep , holy spirit , blessed soul , While the stars ...
... grief would make Grief more . " Twere better I should cease Although myself could almost take The place of him that sleeps in peace : XVIII . Sleep sweetly , tender heart , in peace : Sleep , holy spirit , blessed soul , While the stars ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 184 - Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho...
Seite 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.
Seite 183 - Myself not least, but honored of them all, — And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Seite 83 - 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.
Seite 95 - 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. But in my spirit will I dwell, And dream my dream, and hold it true; For tho' my lips may breathe adieu, I cannot think the thing farewell.
Seite 140 - 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.
Seite 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 travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Seite 182 - IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly , both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro...
Seite 176 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!
Seite 91 - And deep-asleep he seemed, yet all awake, And music in his ears his beating heart did make. They sat them down upon the yellow sand, Between the sun and moon upon the shore; And sweet it was to dream of Fatherland, Of child, and wife, and slave; but evermore Most weary seemed the sea, weary the oar, Weary the wandering fields of barren foam. Then some one said, ' We will return no more; ' And all at once they sang, ' Our island home Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam...