Enoch ArdenClark & Maynard, 1882 - 40 pages |
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ALFRED TENNYSON Annie Lee Annie's answer'd babes beautiful Biscay boat bore it thro bow'd caught His bundle child crept Danish Barrows dawn dead dwelt English Enoch Arden Ev'n evermore eyes face Father Philip fear fixt his heart foreboding girl gone gray hand haunting heard hearth he saw Heaven hollow Holy Grail Hosanna Idyls isle knew laugh'd little wife living Locksley Hall lonely look'd Lord marriage Memoriam merrily rang mill Miriam Lane night once open'd palm-tree peacock yew-tree phantoms poems poet poet-laureate port pray'd Princess prone he dug QUESTIONS ON ENOCH rang the bells renew'd rose rosy sail sail'd sailor seaport seem'd SELECTIONS FROM TENNYSON seven happy ship shore sickly slipt street sweet Sweet and low tall tell things thought Tithonus turn'd UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN vessel voice voyage wait wall watch'd wind woman wood yonder
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Page 40 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Page 39 - FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower — but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
Page 40 - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a...
Page 40 - 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 40 - 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.
Page 40 - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
Page 25 - All these he saw; but what he fain had seen He could not see, the kindly human face, Nor ever hear a kindly voice, but heard The myriad shriek of wheeling ocean-fowl, The league-long roller thundering on the reef, The moving whisper of huge trees that branch'd And blossom'd in the zenith, or the sweep Of some precipitous rivulet to the wave...
Page 39 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Page 7 - LONG lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red roofs about a narrow wharf In cluster; then a moulder'd church; and higher A long street climbs to one tall-tower'd mill; And high in heaven behind it a gray down With Danish barrows; and a hazelwood, By autumn nutters haunted, flourishes Green in a cuplike hollow of the down.
Page 25 - The sunrise broken into scarlet shafts Among the palms and ferns and precipices ; The blaze upon the waters to the east; The blaze upon his island overhead; The blaze upon the waters to the west; Then the great stars that globed themselves in Heaven, The hollower-bellowing ocean, and again The scarlet shafts of sunrise — but no sail.