The Poetical Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson: (poet Laureate) from the Author's Text, Volume 2Thomas Y. Crowell & Company, 1885 - 933 pages |
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Page 561
... ALICE . And the rest they came aboard us , and they fought us hand to hand , For a dozen times they came with their pikes and musqueteers , And a dozen times we shook ' em off as a dog that shakes his ears When he leaps from the water ...
... ALICE . And the rest they came aboard us , and they fought us hand to hand , For a dozen times they came with their pikes and musqueteers , And a dozen times we shook ' em off as a dog that shakes his ears When he leaps from the water ...
Page 572
... ALICE . At thy pale feet this ballad of the | Striking. 572 " He says I shall never live thro ' it , O Annie , what shall I do ? " Annie consider'd . " If I , " said the wise little Annie , " was you , 999 I should cry to the dear Lord ...
... ALICE . At thy pale feet this ballad of the | Striking. 572 " He says I shall never live thro ' it , O Annie , what shall I do ? " Annie consider'd . " If I , " said the wise little Annie , " was you , 999 I should cry to the dear Lord ...
Page 688
... ALICE . Ladies in Waiting to the Queen . MAID OF HONOR to the Princess Elizabeth . JOAN TIB } two Country Wives . Lords and other Attendants , Members of the Privy Council , Members of Parliament , Two Gentlemen , Aldermen , Citizens ...
... ALICE . Ladies in Waiting to the Queen . MAID OF HONOR to the Princess Elizabeth . JOAN TIB } two Country Wives . Lords and other Attendants , Members of the Privy Council , Members of Parliament , Two Gentlemen , Aldermen , Citizens ...
Page 697
... ALICE . Mary ( kissing the miniature ) . Most goodly , Kinglike and an Em- peror's son , - A king to be , is he not noble , girl ? Alice . Goodly enough , your Grace , and yet , methinks , I have seen goodlier . Mary . Ay ; some waxen ...
... ALICE . Mary ( kissing the miniature ) . Most goodly , Kinglike and an Em- peror's son , - A king to be , is he not noble , girl ? Alice . Goodly enough , your Grace , and yet , methinks , I have seen goodlier . Mary . Ay ; some waxen ...
Page 698
... Alice ) . No- being traitor Her head will fall : shall it ? she is but a child . We do not kill the child for doing that His father whipt him into doing- -a head So full of grace and beauty ! would that mine Were half as gracious ! O ...
... Alice ) . No- being traitor Her head will fall : shall it ? she is but a child . We do not kill the child for doing that His father whipt him into doing- -a head So full of grace and beauty ! would that mine Were half as gracious ! O ...
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Page 511 - Perplext in faith, but pure in deeds, At last he beat his music out. There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds.
Page 496 - 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 destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Page 480 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on steppingstones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Page 480 - STRONG Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove; Thine are these orbs of light and shade; Thou madest Life in man and brute; Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot Is on the skull which thou hast made.
Page 496 - Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more.
Page 520 - Nor thro' the questions men may try, The petty cobwebs we have spun : If e'er when faith had fall'n asleep, I heard a voice ' believe no more ' And heard an ever-breaking shore That tumbled in the Godless deep ; A warmth within the breast would melt The freezing reason's colder part, And like a man in wrath the heart Stood up and answer'd
Page 519 - They say, The solid earth whereon we tread In tracts of fluent heat began, And grew to seeming-random forms, The seeming prey of cyclic storms, Till at the last arose the man...
Page 520 - 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.
Page 522 - Tho' mixt with God and Nature thou, I seem to love thee more and more. Far off thou art, but ever nigh ; I have thee still, and I rejoice ; I prosper, circled with thy voice ; I shall not lose thee tho
Page 560 - So Lord Howard past away with five ships of war that day, Till he melted like a cloud in the silent summer heaven ; But Sir Richard bore in hand all his sick men from the land Very carefully and slow, Men of Bideford in Devon, And we laid them on the ballast down below: For we brought them all aboard, And they blest him in their pain, that they were not left to Spain, To the thumb-screw and the stake, for the glory of the Lord.