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Her tears fell with the dews at even ; Her tears fell ere the dews were dried ; She
could not look on the sweet heaven , Either at morn or eventide . After the flitting
of the bats , When thickest dark did trance the sky , She drew her casement ...
Her tears fell with the dews at even ; Her tears fell ere the dews were dried ; She
could not look on the sweet heaven , Either at morn or eventide . After the flitting
of the bats , When thickest dark did trance the sky , She drew her casement ...
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Her tears fell with the dews at even ; Her tears fell ere the dews were dried ; She
could not look on the sweet heaven , Either at morn or eventide . After the flitting
of the bats , When thickest dark did trance the sky , She drew her casement ...
Her tears fell with the dews at even ; Her tears fell ere the dews were dried ; She
could not look on the sweet heaven , Either at morn or eventide . After the flitting
of the bats , When thickest dark did trance the sky , She drew her casement ...
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Thou smilest , but thou dost not speak , And then the tears run down my cheek ,
Oriana : What wantest thou ? whom dost thou seek , Oriana ? I cry aloud : none
hear my cries , Oriana . Thou comest atween me and the skies , Oriana . I feel the
...
Thou smilest , but thou dost not speak , And then the tears run down my cheek ,
Oriana : What wantest thou ? whom dost thou seek , Oriana ? I cry aloud : none
hear my cries , Oriana . Thou comest atween me and the skies , Oriana . I feel the
...
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Eyes with idle tears are wet . Idle habit links us yet . What is love ? for we forget :
Ah , no ! no ! Look thro ' mine eyes with thine . True wife , Round my true heart
thine arms entwine ; My other dearer life in life , Look thro ' my very soul with thine
!
Eyes with idle tears are wet . Idle habit links us yet . What is love ? for we forget :
Ah , no ! no ! Look thro ' mine eyes with thine . True wife , Round my true heart
thine arms entwine ; My other dearer life in life , Look thro ' my very soul with thine
!
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Seal ' d it with kisses ? water ' d it with tears ? O happy tears , and how unlike to
these ! O happy Heaven , how canst thou see my face ? O happy earth , how
canst thou bear my weight ? VOL . I . O death , death , death , thou ever - ENONE
.
Seal ' d it with kisses ? water ' d it with tears ? O happy tears , and how unlike to
these ! O happy Heaven , how canst thou see my face ? O happy earth , how
canst thou bear my weight ? VOL . I . O death , death , death , thou ever - ENONE
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Page 72 - There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine...
Page 157 - A land of streams ! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go ; And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below. They saw the gleaming river seaward flow From the inner land : far off, three mountain-tops, Three silent pinnacles of aged snow, Stood sunset-flush'd : and, dew'd with showery drops, Up-clomb the shadowy pine above the woven copse. The charmed sunset linger'd low adown In the red West : thro...
Page 66 - Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of ShalotL Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right— The leaves upon her falling light— Thro...
Page 162 - All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil ? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave ? All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence, ripen, fall and cease : Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease ! 5.
Page 86 - 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 fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
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Page 65 - She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces thro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide ; The mirror crack'd from side to side ; ' The curse is come upon me,
Page 91 - I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race. Iron-jointed, supple-sinew'd, they shall dive, and they shall run, Catch the wild goat by the hair, and hurl their lances in the sun; Whistle back the parrot's call, and leap the rainbows of the brooks, Not with blinded eyesight poring over miserable books — Fool, again the dream, the fancy!
Page 193 - But though his eyes are waxing dim, And though his foes speak ill of him, He was a friend to me. Old year, you shall not die ; We did so laugh and cry with you, I've half a mind to die with you, Old year, if you must die.
Page 160 - And thro' the mountain-walls A rolling organ-harmony Swells up, and shakes and falls. Then move the trees, the copses nod, Wings flutter, voices hover clear : " O just and faithful knight of God ! Ride on ! the prize is near.
Bibliographic information
| Title | Poems Poems, Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) |
| Author | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) |
| Edition | 3 |
| Published | 1845 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 25 Sep 2006 |
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