In MemoriamTicknor and Fields, 1861 - 343 psl. |
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Alfred Tennyson ambrosial Arthur Arthur Hallam beat Behold bells bliss blood bloom break breast breath bring brows calm cloud crown'd Danube dark darken'd dawn dead dear Death deep dipt doubt dream dust earth Eton ev'n evermore eyes fades fair faith fall'n fancy father fear flower gloom grave grief half Hallam hand happy happy days harp hath hear heart heaven HENRY HALLAM Hesper hills hope Hope and Fear hour human Laburnums larch leave light lips lives look look'd love thee marge mind move Muse never night o'er peace regret rills Ring rise round seem'd shade Shadow shore silence sing Sleep song sorrow soul spirit Spring star summer sweet sycamore tears thine things thou art thought thro touch'd trust truth unto Vienna voice walk'd weep wert whisper wild wild bells winds wings wisdom words wrought yonder
Populiarios ištraukos
121 psl. - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; 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...
123 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...
7 psl. - 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.
1 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.
21 psl. - A hand that can be clasp'd no more, — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here ; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.
231 psl. - Perplext in faith, but pure in deeds, At last he beat his music out. There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds.
15 psl. - I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain, A use in measured language lies; The sad mechanic exercise, Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.
107 psl. - That each, who seems a separate whole, Should move his rounds, and fusing all The skirts of self again, should fall Remerging in the general Soul, Is faith as vague as all unsweet. Eternal form shall still divide The eternal soul from all beside; And I shall know him when we meet; And we shall sit at endless feast, Enjoying each the other's good.
103 psl. - I am not what I see, And other than the things I touch." So rounds he to a separate mind From whence clear memory may begin, As thro' the frame that binds him in ; His isolation grows defined.
2 psl. - 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.