The Poetic and Dramatic Works of Alfred, Lord TennysonHoughton Mifflin, 1898 - 887 pages |
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... dear , so dear , That I would be the jewel That trembles in her ear ; 159 170 For hid in ringlets day and night , I'd touch her neck so warm and white . And I would be the girdle About her dainty dainty waist , And her heart would beat ...
... dear , so dear , That I would be the jewel That trembles in her ear ; 159 170 For hid in ringlets day and night , I'd touch her neck so warm and white . And I would be the girdle About her dainty dainty waist , And her heart would beat ...
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... dear wrought - who Two spirits to one equal mind - With blessings beyond hope or thought , With blessings which no words can find . Arise , and let us wander forth To yon old mill across the wolds ; For look , the sunset , south and ...
... dear wrought - who Two spirits to one equal mind - With blessings beyond hope or thought , With blessings which no words can find . Arise , and let us wander forth To yon old mill across the wolds ; For look , the sunset , south and ...
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... Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . For now the noonday quiet holds the hill ; The grasshopper is silent in the grass ; The lizard , with his shadow on the stone , Rests like a shadow , and the winds are dead . The purple flower droops ...
... Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . For now the noonday quiet holds the hill ; The grasshopper is silent in the grass ; The lizard , with his shadow on the stone , Rests like a shadow , and the winds are dead . The purple flower droops ...
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... Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . She ceased , and Paris held the costly fruit Out at arm's - length , so much the thought of power Flatter'd his spirit ; but Pallas where she stood Somewhat apart , her clear and bared limbs O ...
... Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . She ceased , and Paris held the costly fruit Out at arm's - length , so much the thought of power Flatter'd his spirit ; but Pallas where she stood Somewhat apart , her clear and bared limbs O ...
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... Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . Idalian Aphrodite beautiful , 170 Fresh as the foam , new - bathed in Paphian wells , With rosy slender fingers backward drew From her warm brows and bosom her deep hair Ambrosial , golden round her ...
... Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . Idalian Aphrodite beautiful , 170 Fresh as the foam , new - bathed in Paphian wells , With rosy slender fingers backward drew From her warm brows and bosom her deep hair Ambrosial , golden round her ...
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Page 91 - We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Page 69 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend ? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Page 136 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 90 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea : I am become a name ; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but...
Page 442 - I made them lay their hands in mine and swear To reverence the King, as if he were Their conscience, and their conscience as their King, To break the heathen and uphold the Christ, To ride abroad redressing human wrongs, To speak no slander, no, nor listen to it, To honor his own word as if his God's, To lead sweet lives in purest chastity, To love one maiden only, cleave to her, And worship her by years of noble deeds, Until they won her...
Page 755 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me ! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark ! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark ; For tho...
Page 68 - And answer made King Arthur, breathing hard : " My end draws nigh ; 't is time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My wound hath taken cold, and I shall die." So saying, from the pavement he half rose, Slowly, with pain, reclining on his arm, And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded thro...
Page 449 - And if indeed I cast the brand away, Surely a precious thing, one worthy note, Should thus be lost for ever from the earth, Which might have pleased the eyes of many men. What good should follow this, if this were done? What harm, undone? deep harm to disobey, Seeing obedience is the bond of rule. Were it well to obey then, if a king demand An act unprofitable, against himself? The King is sick, and knows not what he does.
Page 68 - 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 drove him, like a goad. Dry...
Page 196 - Nor thro' the questions men may try, The petty cobwebs we have .spun: If e'er when faith had fall'n asleep, I heard a voice " believe no more " And heard an ever-breaking shore That tumbled in the Godless deep; A warmth within the breast would melt The freezing reason's colder part, And like a man in wrath the heart Stood up and answer'd