Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson. ...Macmillan Company, 1895 |
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... heart be aweary of beating ? And nature die ? Never , oh ! never , nothing will die ; The stream flows , The wind blows , The cloud fleets , The heart beats , Nothing will die . Nothing will die ; All things will change Thro ' eternity ...
... heart be aweary of beating ? And nature die ? Never , oh ! never , nothing will die ; The stream flows , The wind blows , The cloud fleets , The heart beats , Nothing will die . Nothing will die ; All things will change Thro ' eternity ...
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... heart this May morning in joyance is beating Full merrily ; Yet all things must die . The stream will cease to flow ; The wind will cease to blow ; The clouds will cease to fleet ; The heart will cease to beat ; For all things must die ...
... heart this May morning in joyance is beating Full merrily ; Yet all things must die . The stream will cease to flow ; The wind will cease to blow ; The clouds will cease to fleet ; The heart will cease to beat ; For all things must die ...
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... heart , whene'er Earth goes to earth , with grief , not fear , With hopeful grief , were passing sweet ! Thrice happy state again to be The trustful infant on the knee ! Who lets his rosy fingers play About his mother's neck , and knows ...
... heart , whene'er Earth goes to earth , with grief , not fear , With hopeful grief , were passing sweet ! Thrice happy state again to be The trustful infant on the knee ! Who lets his rosy fingers play About his mother's neck , and knows ...
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... heart , Her temple and her place of birth , Where she would ever wish to dwell , Life of the fountain there , beneath Its salient springs , and far apart , Hating to wander out on earth , Or breathe into the hollow air , Whose chillness ...
... heart , Her temple and her place of birth , Where she would ever wish to dwell , Life of the fountain there , beneath Its salient springs , and far apart , Hating to wander out on earth , Or breathe into the hollow air , Whose chillness ...
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... heart to scathe Flowers thou hadst rear'd - to brush the dew From thine own lily , when thy grave Was deep , my mother , in the clay ? Myself ? Is it thus ? Myself ? Had I So little love for thee ? But why Prevail'd not thy pure prayers ...
... heart to scathe Flowers thou hadst rear'd - to brush the dew From thine own lily , when thy grave Was deep , my mother , in the clay ? Myself ? Is it thus ? Myself ? Had I So little love for thee ? But why Prevail'd not thy pure prayers ...
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answer'd beneath betwixt blow breast breath brow Camelot cease CENONE cheek Clara Vere cloud crown dark dead Dear mother Ida death deep door Dora dream DYING SWAN earth EDWIN MORRIS Eleänore Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face faint fair fall floating flowers forlorn garden golden prime hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hither hollow King Arthur kiss kiss'd knew KRAKEN Lady of Shalott land Let them rave light lips live look look'd memory mind moon morn never night o'er Oriana PALACE OF ART Queen roll'd rose round saw thro seem'd shadow sheet lightning SIMEON STYLITES sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile song soul sound spake spirit star stept stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro turn'd Vere de Vere voice wander weary weep wild wind
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Página 27 - He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
Página 117 - Tirra lirra," by the river Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces thro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot.
Página 114 - PART II There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. And moving thro' a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear.
Página 263 - Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere: "Ah ! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go ? Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes ? For now I see the true old times are dead, When every morning brought a noble chance, And every chance brought out a noble knight.
Página 207 - And their warm tears; but all hath suffer'd change; For surely now our household hearths are cold, Our sons inherit us, our looks are strange, And we should come like ghosts to trouble joy. Or else the island princes over-bold Have eat our substance, and the minstrel sings Before them of the ten years' war in Troy, And our great deeds, as half- forgotten things.
Página 207 - To muse and brood and live again in memory, With those old faces of our infancy Heap'd over with a mound of grass, Two handfuls of white dust, shut in an urn of brass!
Página 55 - Over its grave i' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the hollyhock, Heavily hangs the tiger-lily. The air is damp, and hush'd, and close, As a sick man's room when he taketh repose An hour before death ; My very heart faints and my whole soul grieves At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves, And the breath Of the fading edges of box beneath, And the year's last rose. Heavily hangs the broad...
Página 201 - For ever and for ever, all in a blessed home — And there to wait a little while till you and Effie come — To lie within the light of God, as I lie upon your breast — And the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest THE LOTOS-EATERS "COURAGE!
Página 39 - WHEN cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground, And the far-off stream is dumb, And the whirring sail goes round, And the whirring sail goes round ; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits.
Página 264 - So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death...