In Memoriam, 1 leidimasEdward Moxon, Dover street, 1850 - 210 psl. The famous requiem for the poet's good friend, Arthur Henry Hallam, who died unexpectedly in 1833. "Tis better to have loved and lost," Tennyson writes, "than never to have loved at all." |
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... feel ; For words , like nature , half reveal And half conceal the Soul within . But , for the unquiet heart and brain , A use in measur'd language lies ; The sad mechanic exercise Like dull narcotics , numbing pain . In words , like ...
... feel ; For words , like nature , half reveal And half conceal the Soul within . But , for the unquiet heart and brain , A use in measur'd language lies ; The sad mechanic exercise Like dull narcotics , numbing pain . In words , like ...
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... feels Her place is empty , fall like these ; Which weep a loss for ever new , A void where heart on heart reposed ; And , where warm hands have prest and closed , Silence , till I be silent too . Which weep the comrade of my choice , An ...
... feels Her place is empty , fall like these ; Which weep a loss for ever new , A void where heart on heart reposed ; And , where warm hands have prest and closed , Silence , till I be silent too . Which weep the comrade of my choice , An ...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. And I perceived no touch of change , No hint of death in all his frame , But found him all in all the same , I should not feel it to be strange . XV . To night the winds began to rise And 23.
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. And I perceived no touch of change , No hint of death in all his frame , But found him all in all the same , I should not feel it to be strange . XV . To night the winds began to rise And 23.
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... feeling as it is , " And weep the fulness from the mind : It will be hard ' they say ' to find Another service such as this . ' My lighter moods are like to these , That out of words a comfort win ; But there are other griefs within ...
... feeling as it is , " And weep the fulness from the mind : It will be hard ' they say ' to find Another service such as this . ' My lighter moods are like to these , That out of words a comfort win ; But there are other griefs within ...
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... feel from world to world , and charms Her secret from the latest moon ? ' Behold , ye speak an idle thing : Ye never knew the sacred dust : I do but sing because I must , And pipe but as the linnets sing : And unto one her note is gay ...
... feel from world to world , and charms Her secret from the latest moon ? ' Behold , ye speak an idle thing : Ye never knew the sacred dust : I do but sing because I must , And pipe but as the linnets sing : And unto one her note is gay ...
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1 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.
76 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...
81 psl. - Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shriek'd against his creed— Who loved, who suffer'd countless ills, Who battled for the True, the Just, Be blown about the desert dust, Or seal'd within the iron hills? No more? A monster then, a dream, A discord. Dragons of the prime, That tare each other in their slime, Were mellow music match'd with him. O life as futile, then, as frail! O for thy voice to soothe and bless! What hope of answer, or redress? Behind the veil, behind the veil.
178 psl. - Now rings the woodland loud and long, The distance takes a lovelier hue, And drown'd in yonder living blue The lark becomes a sightless song. Now dance the lights on lawn and lea, The flocks are whiter down the vale, And milkier every milky sail On winding stream or distant sea...
88 psl. - Who breaks his birth's invidious bar, And grasps the skirts of happy chance, And breasts the blows of circumstance, And grapples with his evil star...
159 psl. - THE time draws near the birth of Christ : The moon is hid ; the night is still ; The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist. Four voices of four hamlets round, From far and near, on mead and moor, Swell out and fail, as if a door Were shut between me and the sound : Each voice four changes on the wind, That now dilate, and now decrease, Peace...
190 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 go. But 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.
78 psl. - 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...
77 psl. - Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last— far off— at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream ; but what am I ? An infant crying in the night ; An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry.
101 psl. - As sometimes in a dead man's face, To those that watch it more and more, A likeness, hardly seen before, Comes out — to some one of his race; So, dearest, now thy brows are cold, I see thee what thou art, and know Thy likeness to the wise below, Thy kindred with the great of old.