The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson. [Vol.8,9 are of the 1878 ed. With] The dramatic works [&c.]. |
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... passionate shriek , Love for the silent thing that had made false haste to the grave- Wrapt in a cloak , as I saw him , and thought he would rise and speak And rave at the lie and the liar , ah God , as he used to rave . XVI . I am sick ...
... passionate shriek , Love for the silent thing that had made false haste to the grave- Wrapt in a cloak , as I saw him , and thought he would rise and speak And rave at the lie and the liar , ah God , as he used to rave . XVI . I am sick ...
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... the last ? is he not too base ? VII . The man of science himself is fonder of glory , and vain , An eye well - practised in nature , a spirit bounded and poor ; The passionate heart of the poet is whirl'd into folly MAUD . 19.
... the last ? is he not too base ? VII . The man of science himself is fonder of glory , and vain , An eye well - practised in nature , a spirit bounded and poor ; The passionate heart of the poet is whirl'd into folly MAUD . 19.
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Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) The passionate heart of the poet is whirl'd into folly and vice . I would not marvel at either , but keep a temperate brain ; For not to desire or admire , if a man could learn it , were more Than to walk ...
Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) The passionate heart of the poet is whirl'd into folly and vice . I would not marvel at either , but keep a temperate brain ; For not to desire or admire , if a man could learn it , were more Than to walk ...
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... passionate ballad gallant and gay , A martial song like a trumpet's call ! Singing alone in the morning of life , In the happy morning of life and of May , Singing of men that in battle array , Ready in heart and ready in hand , March ...
... passionate ballad gallant and gay , A martial song like a trumpet's call ! Singing alone in the morning of life , In the happy morning of life and of May , Singing of men that in battle array , Ready in heart and ready in hand , March ...
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... passion - flower . II . Maud's own little oak - room ( Which Maud , like a precious stone Set in the heart of the carven gloom , Lights with herself , when alone E She sits by her music and books , And her 9 MAUD . 49 AUD I.
... passion - flower . II . Maud's own little oak - room ( Which Maud , like a precious stone Set in the heart of the carven gloom , Lights with herself , when alone E She sits by her music and books , And her 9 MAUD . 49 AUD I.
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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.