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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... the skull which Thou hast made . 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 . Thou seemest human and divine , The highest , holiest.
... the skull which Thou hast made . 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 . Thou seemest human and divine , The highest , holiest.
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... To mingle with the bounding main : Calm and deep peace in this wide air , These leaves that redden to the fall ; And in my heart , if calm at all , If any calm , a calm despair : Calm on the seas , and silver sleep , And 16.
... To mingle with the bounding main : Calm and deep peace in this wide air , These leaves that redden to the fall ; And in my heart , if calm at all , If any calm , a calm despair : Calm on the seas , and silver sleep , And 16.
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... leave this mortal ark behind , A weight of nerves without a mind , And leave the cliffs , and haste away O'er ocean mirrors rounded large , And reach the glow of southern skies , And see the sails at distance rise , And linger weeping ...
... leave this mortal ark behind , A weight of nerves without a mind , And leave the cliffs , and haste away O'er ocean mirrors rounded large , And reach the glow of southern skies , And see the sails at distance rise , And linger weeping ...
52 psl.
... Leave thou thy sister when she prays , Her early Heaven , her happy views ; Nor thou with shadow'd hint confuse A life that leads melodious days . Her faith thro ' form is pure as thine , Her hands are quicker unto good . Oh , sacred be ...
... Leave thou thy sister when she prays , Her early Heaven , her happy views ; Nor thou with shadow'd hint confuse A life that leads melodious days . Her faith thro ' form is pure as thine , Her hands are quicker unto good . Oh , sacred be ...
60 psl.
... leave of home , And hopes and light regrets that come Make April of her tender eyes ; And doubtful joys the father move , And tears are on the mother's face , As parting with a long embrace She enters other realms of love ; Her office ...
... leave of home , And hopes and light regrets that come Make April of her tender eyes ; And doubtful joys the father move , And tears are on the mother's face , As parting with a long embrace She enters other realms of love ; Her office ...
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