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Page 12
I fear it is too late , and I shall die . ” But the other swiftly strode from ridge to ridge
, Clothed with his breath , and looking , as he walk ' d , Larger than human on the
frozen hills . He heard the deep behind him , and a cry Before . His own thought ...
I fear it is too late , and I shall die . ” But the other swiftly strode from ridge to ridge
, Clothed with his breath , and looking , as he walk ' d , Larger than human on the
frozen hills . He heard the deep behind him , and a cry Before . His own thought ...
Page 123
66 Sick art thou — a divided will Still heaping on the fear of ill The fear of men , a
coward still . “ Do men love thee ? Art thou so bound To men , that how thy name
may sound Will vex thee lying underground ? “ The memory of the wither ' d leaf ...
66 Sick art thou — a divided will Still heaping on the fear of ill The fear of men , a
coward still . “ Do men love thee ? Art thou so bound To men , that how thy name
may sound Will vex thee lying underground ? “ The memory of the wither ' d leaf ...
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I said , “ I toil beneath the curse , But , knowing not the universe , I fear to slide
from bad to worse . “ And that , in seeking to undo One riddle , and to find the true
I knit a hundred others new : “ Or that this anguish fleeting hence , Unmanacled ...
I said , “ I toil beneath the curse , But , knowing not the universe , I fear to slide
from bad to worse . “ And that , in seeking to undo One riddle , and to find the true
I knit a hundred others new : “ Or that this anguish fleeting hence , Unmanacled ...
Page 177
A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope , I know not fear ; I yearn to breathe
the airs of heaven That often meet me here . I muse on joy that will not cease ,
Pure spaces cloth ' d in living beams , Pure lilies of eternal peace , Whose odours
...
A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope , I know not fear ; I yearn to breathe
the airs of heaven That often meet me here . I muse on joy that will not cease ,
Pure spaces cloth ' d in living beams , Pure lilies of eternal peace , Whose odours
...
Page 207
Sometimes the sparhawk , wheel ' d along , Hush ' d all the groves from fear of
wrong : By grassy capes with fuller sound In curves the yellowing river ran , And
drooping chestnut - buds began To spread into the perfect fan , Above the
teeming ...
Sometimes the sparhawk , wheel ' d along , Hush ' d all the groves from fear of
wrong : By grassy capes with fuller sound In curves the yellowing river ran , And
drooping chestnut - buds began To spread into the perfect fan , Above the
teeming ...
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Page 93 - Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Page 103 - From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue; Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm, With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunder-storm; Till the war-drum, throbb'd no longer, and the battle-flags were furl'd In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.
Page 92 - In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast; In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest; In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Page 102 - Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new : That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do...
Page 4 - And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur...
Page 106 - There methinks would be enjoyment more than in this march of mind, In the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts that shake mankind. There the passions cramp'd no longer shall have scope and breathing-space ; I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
Page 11 - A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, ' Place me in the barge ;
Page 11 - Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them; and descending they were ware That all the decks were dense with stately forms Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream - by these Three Queens with crowns of gold - and from them rose A cry that shivered to the tingling stars...
Page 91 - Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
Page 98 - Comfort? comfort scorned of devils; this is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. Drug thy memories, lest thou learn it, lest thy heart be put to proof, In the dead unhappy night, and when the rain is on the roof.
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| Title | Poems, Volume 2 Poems, Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson Volume 2 of Poems: In Two Volumes, Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson |
| Author | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson |
| Edition | 4 |
| Publisher | Edward Moxon, 1846 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 13 Jan 2007 |
| Length | 235 pages |
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