Poems of Alfred TennysonJ.E. Tilton and Company, 1866 - 639 pages |
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... side her head ; Sweet lips whereon perpetually did reign The summer calm of golden charity , Were fixed shadows of thy fixed mood , Revered Isabel , the crown and head , The stately flower of female fortitude , Of perfect wifehood and ...
... side her head ; Sweet lips whereon perpetually did reign The summer calm of golden charity , Were fixed shadows of thy fixed mood , Revered Isabel , the crown and head , The stately flower of female fortitude , Of perfect wifehood and ...
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... side : In sooth it was a goodly time , For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . Often , where clear - stemm'd platans guard The outlet , did I turn away The boat - head down a broad canal From the main river sluiced ...
... side : In sooth it was a goodly time , For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . Often , where clear - stemm'd platans guard The outlet , did I turn away The boat - head down a broad canal From the main river sluiced ...
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... side All round about the fragrant marge From fluted vase , and brazen urn In order , eastern flowers large , Some dropping low their crimson bells Half - closed , and others studded wide With disks and tiars , fed the time With odor in ...
... side All round about the fragrant marge From fluted vase , and brazen urn In order , eastern flowers large , Some dropping low their crimson bells Half - closed , and others studded wide With disks and tiars , fed the time With odor in ...
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... side , Pure silver , underpropt a rich Throne of the massive ore , from which Down - droop'd , in many a floating fold , Engarlanded and diaper'd With inwrought flowers , a cloth of gold . Thereon , his deep eye laughter - stirr'd With ...
... side , Pure silver , underpropt a rich Throne of the massive ore , from which Down - droop'd , in many a floating fold , Engarlanded and diaper'd With inwrought flowers , a cloth of gold . Thereon , his deep eye laughter - stirr'd With ...
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... side , The seven elms , the poplars four That stand beside my father's door , And chiefly from the brook that loves To purl o'er matted cress and ribbed sand , Or dimple in the dark of rushy coves , Drawing into his narrow earthen urn ...
... side , The seven elms , the poplars four That stand beside my father's door , And chiefly from the brook that loves To purl o'er matted cress and ribbed sand , Or dimple in the dark of rushy coves , Drawing into his narrow earthen urn ...
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Page 319 - 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. Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife ; Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws. Ring out the want, the care, the sin, The faithless coldness of the times ; Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, But ring the fuller minstrel in. Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring...
Page 91 - 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 371 - 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 180 - 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 vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still...
Page 91 - So flash'd and fell the brand Excalibur: But ere he dipt the surface, rose an arm Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, And caught him by the hilt, and brandish'd him Three times, and drew him under in the mere.
Page 209 - 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 127 - Myself not least, but honor'd of them all; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Page 371 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Page 128 - Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends...
Page 201 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep,...