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Page 95
Love took up the glass of Time , and turn ' d it in his . glowing hands ; Every
moment , lightly shaken , ran itself in golden sands . Love took up the harp of Life
, and smote on all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self , that , trembling
...
Love took up the glass of Time , and turn ' d it in his . glowing hands ; Every
moment , lightly shaken , ran itself in golden sands . Love took up the harp of Life
, and smote on all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self , that , trembling
...
Page 150
The mantles from the golden pegs Droop sleepily : no sound is made , Not even
of a gnat that sings . More like a picture seemeth all Than those old portraits of
old kings , That watch the sleepers from the wall . Here sits the Butler with a flask
...
The mantles from the golden pegs Droop sleepily : no sound is made , Not even
of a gnat that sings . More like a picture seemeth all Than those old portraits of
old kings , That watch the sleepers from the wall . Here sits the Butler with a flask
...
Page 172
He lifts me to the golden doors ; The flashes come and go ; All heaven bursts her
starry floors , And strows her lights below , And deepens on and up ! the gates
Roll back , and far within For me the Heavenly Bridegroom waits , To make me ...
He lifts me to the golden doors ; The flashes come and go ; All heaven bursts her
starry floors , And strows her lights below , And deepens on and up ! the gates
Roll back , and far within For me the Heavenly Bridegroom waits , To make me ...
Page 188
The Cock was of a larger egg Than modern poultry drop , Stept forward on a
firmer leg , And cramm ' d a plumper crop ; Upon an ampler dunghill trod , Crow '
d lustier late and early , Sipt wine from silver , praising God , And raked in golden
...
The Cock was of a larger egg Than modern poultry drop , Stept forward on a
firmer leg , And cramm ' d a plumper crop ; Upon an ampler dunghill trod , Crow '
d lustier late and early , Sipt wine from silver , praising God , And raked in golden
...
Page 207
She seem ' d a part of joyous Spring : A gown of grass - green silk she wore ,
Buckled with golden clasps before ; A light - green tuft of plumes she bore Closed
in a golden ring . Now on some twisted ivy - net , Now by some tinkling rivulet ,
On ...
She seem ' d a part of joyous Spring : A gown of grass - green silk she wore ,
Buckled with golden clasps before ; A light - green tuft of plumes she bore Closed
in a golden ring . Now on some twisted ivy - net , Now by some tinkling rivulet ,
On ...
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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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