The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson. [Vol.8,9 are of the 1878 ed. With] The dramatic works [&c.]. |
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... mother divide the shuddering night . V. Villainy somewhere ! whose ? One says , we are villains all . Not he his honest fame should at least by me be maintained : But that old man , now lord of the broad estate and the Hall , Dropt off ...
... mother divide the shuddering night . V. Villainy somewhere ! whose ? One says , we are villains all . Not he his honest fame should at least by me be maintained : But that old man , now lord of the broad estate and the Hall , Dropt off ...
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... on the wakeful ear in the hush of the moonless nights , While another is cheating the sick of a few last gasps , as he sits To pestle a poison'd poison behind his crimson lights . XII . When a Mammonite mother kills her babe for MAUD .
... on the wakeful ear in the hush of the moonless nights , While another is cheating the sick of a few last gasps , as he sits To pestle a poison'd poison behind his crimson lights . XII . When a Mammonite mother kills her babe for MAUD .
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Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) XII . When a Mammonite mother kills her babe for a burial fee , And Timour - Mammon grins on a pile of children's bones , Is it peace or war ? better , war ! loud war by land and by sea , War with a thousand ...
Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) XII . When a Mammonite mother kills her babe for a burial fee , And Timour - Mammon grins on a pile of children's bones , Is it peace or war ? better , war ! loud war by land and by sea , War with a thousand ...
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... mother , the moon - faced darling of all , - XIX . What is she now ? My dreams are bad . She may bring me a curse . No , there is fatter game on the moor ; she will let me alone . Thanks , for the fiend best knows whether woman or man ...
... mother , the moon - faced darling of all , - XIX . What is she now ? My dreams are bad . She may bring me a curse . No , there is fatter game on the moor ; she will let me alone . Thanks , for the fiend best knows whether woman or man ...
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... mother is mute in her grave as her image in marble above ; Your father is ever in London , you wander about at your will ; You have but fed on the roses , and lain in the lilies of life . V. I. VOICE by the cedar tree , In the 22 MAUD .
... mother is mute in her grave as her image in marble above ; Your father is ever in London , you wander about at your will ; You have but fed on the roses , and lain in the lilies of life . V. I. VOICE by the cedar tree , In the 22 MAUD .
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Page 123 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 174 - Came through the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.
Page 171 - 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!" he said. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Page 76 - For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die.
Page 97 - A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee : Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
Page 77 - She is weary of dance and play.' Now half to the setting moon are gone, And half to the rising day ; Low on the sand and loud on the stone The last wheel echoes away.
Page 79 - And the soul of the rose went into my blood. As the music clash'd in the hall; And long by the garden lake I stood, For I heard your rivulet fall From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood, Our wood, that is dearer than all...
Page 148 - Of Europe, keep our noble England whole, And save the one true seed of freedom sown Betwixt a people and their ancient throne, That sober freedom out of which there springs Our loyal passion for our temperate kings!
Page 141 - O friends, our chief state-oracle is mute : Mourn for the man of long-enduring blood, The statesman-warrior, moderate, resolute, Whole in himself, a common good. Mourn for the man of amplest influence, Yet clearest of ambitious crime...
Page 41 - Let the sweet heavens endure, Not close and darken above me Before I am quite quite sure That there is one to love me ; Then let come what come may To a life that has been so sad, I shall have had my day.