The Teaching of TennysonJ. Bowden, 1898 - 349 psl. |
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... lost ideals , and a creed out - worn ? By careful classification of the related poems I have striven , in the following pages , to extract the teaching of the poet . We shall find that he not only gives an ethical law for the guidance ...
... lost ideals , and a creed out - worn ? By careful classification of the related poems I have striven , in the following pages , to extract the teaching of the poet . We shall find that he not only gives an ethical law for the guidance ...
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... lost ; doubt is the paralysis of action . soul that lingers to question the possibility of its purity practically renews the invitation to its darling sin , and becomes a lost soul on the very steps of victory . Faith that not all is lost ...
... lost ; doubt is the paralysis of action . soul that lingers to question the possibility of its purity practically renews the invitation to its darling sin , and becomes a lost soul on the very steps of victory . Faith that not all is lost ...
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... lost than not know love ? Was not such a reality , to herself , worth infinitely more than the weary life of unreality ? The poet teaches here , and always , that the soul must awake to actualities , and be willing to suffer the curse ...
... lost than not know love ? Was not such a reality , to herself , worth infinitely more than the weary life of unreality ? The poet teaches here , and always , that the soul must awake to actualities , and be willing to suffer the curse ...
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... lost her pity for the world , and her penalty is to crave the sympathy denied to others . Fierce is her torment , her own self is her hell , and it blurs the palace and blots out the face of beauty . Now she seems to hear the sound of ...
... lost her pity for the world , and her penalty is to crave the sympathy denied to others . Fierce is her torment , her own self is her hell , and it blurs the palace and blots out the face of beauty . Now she seems to hear the sound of ...
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... lost . " ' Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all . " XXVIII - XXX . We have the coming of Christmas and the changing moods of grief . At first there is gloomy sorrow , as they recall the days when Hallam was ...
... lost . " ' Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all . " XXVIII - XXX . We have the coming of Christmas and the changing moods of grief . At first there is gloomy sorrow , as they recall the days when Hallam was ...
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agnosticism Annie Arthur Arthur's hall Balan Balin beauty Calvinism canto character charm Christ comes conscience creed Dagonet darkness dawn dead death deep despair divine Dora doubt dream earth Edwin Morris Elaine Enid Enoch Enoch Arden eternal Ettarre evil face faith feeling flash flower Galahad Gareth Gawain Geraint Geraint and Enid gleam grief guilty love Guinevere Hallam hear heart heaven Holy Grail hope human ideal Idylls immortality King knight Lady of Shalott Leolin light Limours live Locksley Hall Lord Maud Memoriam Merlin mood moral mystic nature noble Pantheism pass passion pathetic Pelleas Percivale picture poem poet pure Queen realised replies sanctity of love scene Sense with Soul sensuous shadow Simeon Stylites sings Sir Aylmer Sir Balin Sir Lancelot Sir Pelleas sleep song sorrow spiritual storm sweet tells tender Tennyson thee thou thought thro Tristram truth victory vision Vivien voice wail war of Soul
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322 psl. - Glory about thee, without thee : and thou fulfillest thy doom, Making Him broken gleams, and a stifled splendour and gloom. Speak to Him thou for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet — Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.
257 psl. - He cometh not,' she said; She said, 'I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!
126 psl. - Before his work be done, but, being done, Let visions of the night or of the day Come as they will; and many a time they come, Until this earth he walks on seems not earth, This light that strikes his eyeball is not light, This air that smites his forehead is not air...
331 psl. - Let visions of the night or of the day Come, as they will ; and many a time they come, Until this earth he walks on seems not earth, This light that strikes his eyeball is not light, This air that smites his forehead is not air But vision — yea, his very hand and foot — In moments when he feels he cannot die, And knows himself no vision to himself, Nor the high God a vision, nor that One Who rose again : ye have seen what ye have seen.
201 psl. - There's not a flower on all the hills : the frost is on the pane : I only wish to live till the snowdrops come again : I wish the snow would melt and the sun come out on high : I long to see a flower so before the day I die.
203 psl. - And if it comes three times, I thought, I take it for a sign. And once again it came, and close beside the window-bars, Then seem'd to go right up to Heaven and die among the stars. So now I think my time is near. I trust it is. I know The blessed music went that way my soul will have to go. And for myself, indeed, I care not if I go to-day. But, Effie, you must comfort her when I am past away.
339 psl. - And more, my son! for more than once when I Sat all alone, revolving in myself The word that is the symbol of myself, The mortal limit of the Self was loosed, And past into the Nameless, as a cloud Melts into Heaven. I touch'd my limbs, the limbs Were strange not mine — and yet no shade of doubt, But utter clearness, and thro...
329 psl. - ... all at once, as it were out of the intensity of the consciousness of individuality, the individuality itself seemed to dissolve and fade away into boundless being, and this not a confused state, but the clearest of the clearest, the surest of the surest...
273 psl. - And so the Word had breath, and wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds, More strong than all poetic thought...
333 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.