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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... thought ; Expecting still his advent home ; And ever met him on his way With wishes , thinking , here to - day , Or here to - morrow will he come . O ! somewhere , meek unconscious dove , That sittest ranging golden hair ; And glad to ...
... thought ; Expecting still his advent home ; And ever met him on his way With wishes , thinking , here to - day , Or here to - morrow will he come . O ! somewhere , meek unconscious dove , That sittest ranging golden hair ; And glad to ...
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... thought , a life removed , The human - hearted man I loved , A spirit , not a breathing voice . Come Time , and teach me many years Mine I do not suffer in a dream ; For now so strange do these things seem , eyes have leisure for their ...
... thought , a life removed , The human - hearted man I loved , A spirit , not a breathing voice . Come Time , and teach me many years Mine I do not suffer in a dream ; For now so strange do these things seem , eyes have leisure for their ...
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... Thought , Ere thought could wed itself with Speech : And all we met was fair and good , And 39.
... Thought , Ere thought could wed itself with Speech : And all we met was fair and good , And 39.
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... thought her mind admits But , he was dead , and there he sits , And he that brought him back is there . Then one deep love doth supersede All other , when her ardent gaze Roves from the living brother's face , And rests upon the Life ...
... thought her mind admits But , he was dead , and there he sits , And he that brought him back is there . Then one deep love doth supersede All other , when her ardent gaze Roves from the living brother's face , And rests upon the Life ...
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... thought ; Which he may read that binds the sheaf , Or builds the house , or digs the grave , And those wild eyes that watch the wave In roarings round the coral reef . XXXVII . URANIA speaks with darken'd brow : Thou pratest 56 59.
... thought ; Which he may read that binds the sheaf , Or builds the house , or digs the grave , And those wild eyes that watch the wave In roarings round the coral reef . XXXVII . URANIA speaks with darken'd brow : Thou pratest 56 59.
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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.