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Page 55
Show me the man hath suffer ' d more than I . For did not all thy martyrs die one
death ? For either they were stoned or crucified , Or burn ' d in fire , or boil ' d in oil
, or sawn In twain beneath the ribs ; but I die here To - day , and whole years ...
Show me the man hath suffer ' d more than I . For did not all thy martyrs die one
death ? For either they were stoned or crucified , Or burn ' d in fire , or boil ' d in oil
, or sawn In twain beneath the ribs ; but I die here To - day , and whole years ...
Page 134
Know I not Death ? the outward signs ? “ I found him when my years were few ; A
shadow on the graves I knew , And darkness in the village yew . “ From grave to
grave the shadow crept : In her still place the morning wept : Touch ' d by his feet
...
Know I not Death ? the outward signs ? “ I found him when my years were few ; A
shadow on the graves I knew , And darkness in the village yew . “ From grave to
grave the shadow crept : In her still place the morning wept : Touch ' d by his feet
...
Page 142
Whatever crazy sorrow saith , No life that breathes with human breath Has ever
truly long ' d for death . 6 ' Tis life , whereof our nerves are scant , Oh life , not
death , for which we pant ; More life , and fuller , that I want . " I ceas ' d , and sat
as ...
Whatever crazy sorrow saith , No life that breathes with human breath Has ever
truly long ' d for death . 6 ' Tis life , whereof our nerves are scant , Oh life , not
death , for which we pant ; More life , and fuller , that I want . " I ceas ' d , and sat
as ...
Page 194
Long , ere the hateful crow shall tread The corners of thine eyes : Live long , nor
feel in head or chest Our changeful equinoxes , Till mellow Death , like some late
guest , Shall call thee from the boxes . But when he calls , and thou shalt cease ...
Long , ere the hateful crow shall tread The corners of thine eyes : Live long , nor
feel in head or chest Our changeful equinoxes , Till mellow Death , like some late
guest , Shall call thee from the boxes . But when he calls , and thou shalt cease ...
Page 216
I saw within my head A gray and gap - tooth ' d man as lean as death , Who
slowly rode across a wither ' d heath , And lighted at a ruin ' d inn , and said : “
Wrinkled ostler , grim and thin ! Here is custom come your way ; Take my brute ,
and ...
I saw within my head A gray and gap - tooth ' d man as lean as death , Who
slowly rode across a wither ' d heath , And lighted at a ruin ' d inn , and said : “
Wrinkled ostler , grim and thin ! Here is custom come your way ; Take my brute ,
and ...
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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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