The works of Alfred Tennyson, Volumen3Strahan & Company, 1872 |
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... shame you then , That love to keep us children ! I wish That I were some great princess , I would build Far off from men a college like a man's , And I would teach them all that men are taught ; We are twice as quick ! " And here she ...
... shame you then , That love to keep us children ! I wish That I were some great princess , I would build Far off from men a college like a man's , And I would teach them all that men are taught ; We are twice as quick ! " And here she ...
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... Shame might befall Melissa , knowing , saying not she knew : Her answer was ' Leave me to deal with that . ' I spoke of war to come and many deaths , And she replied , her duty was to speak , And duty duty , clear of consequences . I ...
... Shame might befall Melissa , knowing , saying not she knew : Her answer was ' Leave me to deal with that . ' I spoke of war to come and many deaths , And she replied , her duty was to speak , And duty duty , clear of consequences . I ...
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... shameful jest , Encarnalize their spirits : yet we know Knowledge is knowledge , and this matter hangs : Howbeit ourself , foreseeing casualty , Nor willing men should come among us , learnt , For many weary moons before we came , This ...
... shameful jest , Encarnalize their spirits : yet we know Knowledge is knowledge , and this matter hangs : Howbeit ourself , foreseeing casualty , Nor willing men should come among us , learnt , For many weary moons before we came , This ...
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... shame within me wrought , Not yet endured to meet her opening eyes , Nor found my friends ; but push'd alone on foot ( For since her horse was lost I left her mine ) Across the woods , and less from Indian craft Than beelike instinct ...
... shame within me wrought , Not yet endured to meet her opening eyes , Nor found my friends ; but push'd alone on foot ( For since her horse was lost I left her mine ) Across the woods , and less from Indian craft Than beelike instinct ...
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... trusts him , and to shame That which he says he loves : for Cyril , howe'er He deal in frolic , as to - night - the song Might have been worse and sinn'd in grosser lips Beyond all pardon - as it is , I hold A MEDLEY . 83.
... trusts him , and to shame That which he says he loves : for Cyril , howe'er He deal in frolic , as to - night - the song Might have been worse and sinn'd in grosser lips Beyond all pardon - as it is , I hold A MEDLEY . 83.
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aäle Annie answer'd Arac arms babe beän betwixt Blanche break brows campanili Celt child coom'd cried Cyril dark dead dear death dream eerd enemies have fall'n eyes F. D. MAURICE father flash'd Florian flower flying follow'd give or keep golden golden air golden hour hall hand happy head hear heard heart Heaven honour king knaws knew Lady Psyche land Lariano lass light Lilia live look'd luvv maiden maids martial music meä Melissa morning mother moved munny night niver noble nowt o'er palace palace walk peace Prince Princess Princess Ida proputty right ascension rode roll'd rose saäy sang seem'd shadow shame silent song speak spoke Squoire star stood sweet talk'd thee thine thou thro tower turn'd valley vext voice wall of night weänt wild Willy woman
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Página 196 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. ' Forward the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns !
Página 197 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd ; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd ; Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Página 270 - FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower — but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
Página 160 - Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font: The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost. And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open untD me.
Página 285 - O YOU chorus of indolent reviewers, Irresponsible, indolent reviewers, Look, I come to the test, a tiny poem All composed in a metre of Catullus, All in quantity, careful of my motion, Like the skater on ice that hardly bears him, Lest I fall unawares before the people, Waking laughter in indolent reviewers. Should I flounder awhile without a tumble Thro...
Página 179 - BURY the Great Duke With an empire's lamentation, Let us bury the Great Duke To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation, Mourning when their leaders fall, Warriors carry the warrior's pall, And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall.
Página 71 - The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dyin£, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Página 33 - O lift your natures up: Embrace our aims : work out your freedom. Girls, Knowledge is now no more a fountain seal'd : Drink deep, until the habits of the slave. The sins of emptiness, gossip and spite And slander, die. Better not be at all Than not be noble.
Página 225 - ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaay? Proputty, proputty, proputty — that's what I 'ears 'em saay. Proputty, proputty, proputty — Sam, thou's an ass for thy paai'ns : Theer's moor sense i' one o' 'is legs nor in all thy braai'ns.
Página 265 - Glory of Virtue, to fight, to struggle, to right the wrong — Nay, but she aim'd not at glory, no lover of glory she : Give her the glory of going on, and still to be.