Poems, 1 tomasTicknor and Fields, 1859 - 448 psl. |
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... , The flush of angered shame O'erflows thy calmer glances , And o'er black brows drops down A sudden - curved frown : But when I turn away , Thou , willing me to stay , Wooest not , nor vainly wranglest , But , looking 18 MADELINE .
... , The flush of angered shame O'erflows thy calmer glances , And o'er black brows drops down A sudden - curved frown : But when I turn away , Thou , willing me to stay , Wooest not , nor vainly wranglest , But , looking 18 MADELINE .
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... turn away The boat - head down a broad canal From the main river sluiced , where all The sloping of the moon - lit sward Was damask - work , and deep inlay Of braided blooms unmown , which crept Adown to where the waters slept . A ...
... turn away The boat - head down a broad canal From the main river sluiced , where all The sloping of the moon - lit sward Was damask - work , and deep inlay Of braided blooms unmown , which crept Adown to where the waters slept . A ...
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... chiming , seemed to shake The sparkling flints beneath the prow . A goodly place , a goodly time , For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . VI . Above through many a bowery turn A walk 24 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
... chiming , seemed to shake The sparkling flints beneath the prow . A goodly place , a goodly time , For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . VI . Above through many a bowery turn A walk 24 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. VI . Above through many a bowery turn A walk with vary - colored shells Wandered engrained . On either side All round about the fragrant marge From fluted vase , and brazen urn , In order , eastern flowers ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. VI . Above through many a bowery turn A walk with vary - colored shells Wandered engrained . On either side All round about the fragrant marge From fluted vase , and brazen urn , In order , eastern flowers ...
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... turn , The filtered tribute of the rough woodland . O ! hither lead thy feet ! Pour round mine ears the livelong bleat Of the thick - fleeced sheep from wattled folds , Upon the ridged wolds , When the first matin - song hath wakened ...
... turn , The filtered tribute of the rough woodland . O ! hither lead thy feet ! Pour round mine ears the livelong bleat Of the thick - fleeced sheep from wattled folds , Upon the ridged wolds , When the first matin - song hath wakened ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON ambrosial beneath blazoned blessed blood blow breast breath brow Camelot cheek cloud cold crown dark dead death deep divine door Dora dream dust earth Edwin Morris Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face fair faith fall flower folds gloom golden prime grave green grief hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hollow hour King King Arthur kiss Lady of Shalott land Let them rave light lips live look mind moon morn move murmur MUSLIN never night o'er Oriana Queen rills Ring rise rose round sang seemed shade shadow shallop SIMEON STYLITES sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spake spikenard spirit star stept summer sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought touch trance unto voice walk wandering weary weep whisper wild wind words
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362 psl. - The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
360 psl. - That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
364 psl. - So careful of the type ?" but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, " A thousand types are gone : I care for nothing, all shall go. "Thou makest thine appeal to me: I bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath: I know no more.
474 psl. - There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen ! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands ; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and goBut in my spirit will I dwell, And dream my dream, and hold it true ; For tho' my lips may breathe adieu, I cannot think the thing farewell.
112 psl. - Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, These three alone lead life to sovereign power. Yet not for power, (power of herself Would come uncalled for,) but to live by law, Acting the law we live by without fear; And because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
446 psl. - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good.
364 psl. - Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Tho...
281 psl. - 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.
384 psl. - So many worlds, so much to do, So little done, such things to be, How know I what had need of thee, For thou wert strong as thou wert true...
12 psl. - In the white curtain, to and fro, She saw the gusty shadow sway. But when the moon was very low, And wild winds bound within their cell, The shadow of the poplar fell Upon her bed, across her brow. She only said, " The night is dreary, He cometh not," she said; She said, " I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!