The Poetic and Dramatic Works of Alfred, Lord TennysonHoughton Mifflin, 1898 - 887 pages |
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... CHILD SONGS . COME NOT , WHEN I AM DEAD 110 I. THE CITY CHILD 271 THE LETTERS 110 II . MINNIE AND WINNIE 271 THE VISION OF SIN 111 THE SPITEFUL LETTER . 271 To , AFTER READING A LIFE AND LITERARY SQUABBLES 272 LETTERS 114 THE VICTIM ...
... CHILD SONGS . COME NOT , WHEN I AM DEAD 110 I. THE CITY CHILD 271 THE LETTERS 110 II . MINNIE AND WINNIE 271 THE VISION OF SIN 111 THE SPITEFUL LETTER . 271 To , AFTER READING A LIFE AND LITERARY SQUABBLES 272 LETTERS 114 THE VICTIM ...
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... CHILD SONGS . 110 THE LETTERS 110 THE VISION OF SIN 111 To - AFTER READING A LIFE AND " LETTERS I. THE CITY CHILD II . MINNIE AND WINNIE THE SPITEFUL LETTER LITERARY SQUABBLES 271 271 271 272 114 . THE VICTIM . 272 To E. L. , ON HIS ...
... CHILD SONGS . 110 THE LETTERS 110 THE VISION OF SIN 111 To - AFTER READING A LIFE AND " LETTERS I. THE CITY CHILD II . MINNIE AND WINNIE THE SPITEFUL LETTER LITERARY SQUABBLES 271 271 271 272 114 . THE VICTIM . 272 To E. L. , ON HIS ...
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... child , lying alone , 20 With whitest honey in fairy gardens cull'd- A glorious child , dreaming alone , In silk - soft folds , upon yielding down , With the hum of swarming bees Into dreamful slumber lull'd . III Who may minister to ...
... child , lying alone , 20 With whitest honey in fairy gardens cull'd- A glorious child , dreaming alone , In silk - soft folds , upon yielding down , With the hum of swarming bees Into dreamful slumber lull'd . III Who may minister to ...
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... child Ere it is born . Her child ! - -a shudder comes 250 Across me : never child be born of me , Unblest , to vex me with his father's eyes ! ' O mother , hear me yet before I die . Hear me , O earth . I will not die alone , Lest their ...
... child Ere it is born . Her child ! - -a shudder comes 250 Across me : never child be born of me , Unblest , to vex me with his father's eyes ! ' O mother , hear me yet before I die . Hear me , O earth . I will not die alone , Lest their ...
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... child . If I can I'll come again , mother , from out my resting - place ; Tho ' you'll not see me , mother , I shall look upon your face ; Tho ' I cannot speak a word , I shall harken what you say , And be often , often with you when ...
... child . If I can I'll come again , mother , from out my resting - place ; Tho ' you'll not see me , mother , I shall look upon your face ; Tho ' I cannot speak a word , I shall harken what you say , And be often , often with you when ...
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Page 130 - O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 159 - STRONG Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove; Thine are these orbs of light and shade; Thou madest Life in man and brute ; Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot Is on the skull which thou hast made. Thou wilt not leave us in the dust: Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die; And thou hast made him: thou art just.
Page 437 - So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away.
Page 186 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true. Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind.
Page 49 - Where the wallowing monster spouted his foamfountains in the sea. Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind, In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind.
Page 59 - 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.
Page 130 - 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 155 - For woman is not undevelopt man, . But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain: his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow; The man be more of woman, she of man; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto...
Page 437 - Such times have been not since the light that led The holy Elders with the gift of myrrh. But now the whole Round Table is dissolved Which was an image of the mighty world, And I, the last, go forth companionless, And the days darken round me, and the years. Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
Page 172 - So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life; That I, considering everywhere Her secret meaning in her deeds, And finding that of fifty seeds She often brings but one to bear, I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro...