The Teaching of TennysonThis 1898 volume offers an analysis of the underlying messages and guiding principles in Tennyson's poems. |
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Presently the tides of sorrow fall , and the speechless soul finds voice . " My deeper anguish also falls , And I can speak a little then . XXII - XXVII . The poet recalls the past , his tender recollections of all his friend had been ...
Presently the tides of sorrow fall , and the speechless soul finds voice . " My deeper anguish also falls , And I can speak a little then . XXII - XXVII . The poet recalls the past , his tender recollections of all his friend had been ...
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Neradome recenzijų įprastose vietose.
Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską
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Annie answer Arthur Balin beauty becomes believe body break changes character Christ clear comes darkness dawn dead death deep despair divine doubt dream earth Enid Enoch eternal evil expressed eyes face faith falls feeling flash flower follow forces gives gleam grief Guinevere hall hand hear heard heart heaven heights higher Holy hope human ideal immortality King knight Lady Lancelot leaves lies light lines live look Lord lost Memoriam mind mood moral mystic nature never noble once pain pass passion peace picture poem poet pure Queen replies result scene secret seems Sense sensuous shadow sings sleep song sorrow soul speak spiritual storm story sweet symbol teaching tells tender Tennyson thee things thinks thou thought touch true truth victory vision voice
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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.