In memoriam [by A. Tennyson]. |
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Pagina 7
... dead selves to higher things . But who shall so forecast the years And find in loss a gain to match ? Or reach a hand thro ' time to catch The far - off interest of tears ? Let Love clasp Grief lest both be drown'd , Let darkness keep ...
... dead selves to higher things . But who shall so forecast the years And find in loss a gain to match ? Or reach a hand thro ' time to catch The far - off interest of tears ? Let Love clasp Grief lest both be drown'd , Let darkness keep ...
Pagina 7
... dead , Thy fibres net the dreamless head ; Thy roots are wrapt about the bones . The seasons bring the flower again , And bring the firstling to the flock ; And in the dusk of thee , the clock Beats out the little lives of men . O not ...
... dead , Thy fibres net the dreamless head ; Thy roots are wrapt about the bones . The seasons bring the flower again , And bring the firstling to the flock ; And in the dusk of thee , the clock Beats out the little lives of men . O not ...
Pagina 17
Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) Calm 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 (1st baron.) Calm 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
... dead lake That holds the shadow of a lark Hung in the shadow of a heaven ? Or has the shock , so harshly given , Confused me like the unhappy bark That strikes by night a craggy shelf , And staggers blindly ere she sink ? And stunn'd me ...
... dead lake That holds the shadow of a lark Hung in the shadow of a heaven ? Or has the shock , so harshly given , Confused me like the unhappy bark That strikes by night a craggy shelf , And staggers blindly ere she sink ? And stunn'd me ...
Pagina 30
... hear the ritual of the dead . Ah yet , ev'n yet , if this might be , I , falling on his faithful heart , Would breathing thro ' his lips impart The life that almost dies in me ; That dies not , but endures with pain , And 330.
... hear the ritual of the dead . Ah yet , ev'n yet , if this might be , I , falling on his faithful heart , Would breathing thro ' his lips impart The life that almost dies in me ; That dies not , but endures with pain , And 330.
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Pagina 82 - 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 80 - The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul? 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...
Pagina 163 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Pagina 69 - THE baby new to earth and sky, What time his tender palm is prest Against the circle of the breast, Has never thought that " this is I :" But as he grows he gathers much, And learns the use of "I," and "me," And finds "I am not what I see, And other than the things I touch.
Pagina 7 - Thou seemest human and divine, The highest, holiest manhood, thou : Our wills are ours, we know not how Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
Pagina 11 - A hand that can be clasp'd no more— Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.
Pagina 211 - Whereof the man, that with me trod This planet, was a noble type Appearing ere the times were ripe, That friend of mine who lives in God, That God, which ever lives and loves, One God, one law, one element, And one far-off divine event, To which the whole creation moves.
Pagina 53 - HER eyes are homes of silent prayer, Nor other 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 indeed. All subtle thought, all curious fears, Borne down by gladness so complete, She bows, she bathes the Saviour's feet With costly spikenard and with tears.
Pagina 78 - That not a worm is cloven in vain ; That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivel'd in a. fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. 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.
Pagina 71 - That each, who seems a separate whole, Should move his rounds, and fusing all The skirts of self again, should fall Remerging in the general Soul, Is faith as vague as all unsweet. Eternal form shall still divide The eternal soul from all beside; And I shall know him when we meet; And we shall sit at endless feast, Enjoying each the other's good.