In MemoriamEdward Moxon & Company, Dover Street., 1859 - 211 pagini |
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Pagina 15
... Tennyson. o o 15 : ; Than if with thee the roaring wells & Should gulf him fathom-deep in brine; And hands so often clasp'd in mine, s Should toss with tangle and with shells. i ^ : T.t. Calm is the morn without a sound,
... Tennyson. o o 15 : ; Than if with thee the roaring wells & Should gulf him fathom-deep in brine; And hands so often clasp'd in mine, s Should toss with tangle and with shells. i ^ : T.t. Calm is the morn without a sound,
Pagina 16
... Calm as to suit a calmer grief, And only thro' the faded leaf The chesnut pattering to the ground : Calm and deep peace on this high wold, And on these dews that drench the furze, And all the silvery gossamers That twinkle into green ...
... Calm as to suit a calmer grief, And only thro' the faded leaf The chesnut pattering to the ground : Calm and deep peace on this high wold, And on these dews that drench the furze, And all the silvery gossamers That twinkle into green ...
Pagina 17
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Caim on the seas, and silver sleep, And waves that sway themselves in rest, And dead calm in that noble breast Which heaves but with the heaving deep. _*---------------- - XII. Lo, as a dove when up she 17.
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Caim on the seas, and silver sleep, And waves that sway themselves in rest, And dead calm in that noble breast Which heaves but with the heaving deep. _*---------------- - XII. Lo, as a dove when up she 17.
Pagina 26
... calm despair and wild unrest Be tenants of a single breast, Or sorrow such a changeling be? Or doth she only seem to take The touch of change in calm or storm ; But knows no more of transient form In her deep self, than some dead lake ...
... calm despair and wild unrest Be tenants of a single breast, Or sorrow such a changeling be? Or doth she only seem to take The touch of change in calm or storm ; But knows no more of transient form In her deep self, than some dead lake ...
Pagina 138
... calm and fair, The memory like a cloudless air, The conscience as a sea at rest : But when the heart is full of din, And doubt beside the portal waits, They can but listen at the gates, And hear the household jar within. 1, LXXXVII ...
... calm and fair, The memory like a cloudless air, The conscience as a sea at rest : But when the heart is full of din, And doubt beside the portal waits, They can but listen at the gates, And hear the household jar within. 1, LXXXVII ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
answer beat bells blood break breast breath bring calm cares cast cold dark dead dear Death deep desire doubt draw dream dust dying earth eyes face fail fair faith fall fancy fear feel field flower grace grave grief grow half hands happy hath hear heard heart hills hold hope hour human land leave less light lives look lost meet memory mind moon move nature never night o'er once pain pass past peace race range regret rest Ring rise round Shadow shore side sing sits sleep song sorrow soul speak spirit spring star strange summer sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought thousand thro touch true trust truth turn unto voice wave whisper wild wind wings wisdom wood wrought
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Pagina 68 - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God. I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope. And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
Pagina 66 - 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 destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Pagina 62 - Be near me when my light is low, When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick And tingle; and the heart is sick, And all the wheels of being slow.
Pagina 124 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease ; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Pagina 42 - THOU that after toil and storm *Mayst seem to have reach'da purer air, Whose faith has centre everywhere, Nor cares to fix itself to form, 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.
Pagina 114 - He fought his doubts and gather'd strength, He would not make his judgment blind, He faced the spectres of the mind And laid them: thus he came at length To find a stronger faith his own; And Power was with him in the night, Which makes the darkness and the light, And dwells not in the light alone, But in the darkness and the cloud, As over Sinai's peaks of old, While Israel made their gods of gold, Altho
Pagina 112 - The dawn, the dawn,' and died away; And East and West, without a breath, Mixt their dim lights, like life and death, To broaden into boundless day.
Pagina 36 - A time to sicken and to swoon, When Science reaches forth her arms To 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...
Pagina 70 - Thou makest thine appeal to me: I bring to life, I bring to death: The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more.
Pagina 26 - Can calm despair and wild unrest Be tenants of a single breast, Or sorrow such a changeling be ? Or doth she only seem to take The touch of change in calm or storm ; But knows no more of transient form In her deep self, than some dead lake That holds the shadow of a lark Hung in the shadow of a heaven...