In Memoriam, Ediția 1Edward Moxon, Dover street, 1850 - 210 pagini 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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... dear Daughter The quest Intelligences fair our mortal stat that range above In circle round the blessed gate Received and I gave her welcome there 6118 Aptain Abbey Lodge Neue 1850 . te 118 IN MEMORIAM . IN MEMORIAM . LONDON :
... dear Daughter The quest Intelligences fair our mortal stat that range above In circle round the blessed gate Received and I gave her welcome there 6118 Aptain Abbey Lodge Neue 1850 . te 118 IN MEMORIAM . IN MEMORIAM . LONDON :
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... range ; Once more we sang : They do not die Nor lose their mortal sympathy , Nor change to us , although they change ; Rapt from the fickle and the frail With gather'd power , yet the same , Pierces the keen seraphic flame From orb to ...
... range ; Once more we sang : They do not die Nor lose their mortal sympathy , Nor change to us , although they change ; Rapt from the fickle and the frail With gather'd power , yet the same , Pierces the keen seraphic flame From orb to ...
Pagina 111
... range , There cannot come a mellower change , For now is love mature in ear . ' Love , then , had hope of richer store : What end is here to my complaint ? This haunting whisper makes me faint , ' More years had made me love thee more ...
... range , There cannot come a mellower change , For now is love mature in ear . ' Love , then , had hope of richer store : What end is here to my complaint ? This haunting whisper makes me faint , ' More years had made me love thee more ...
Pagina 118
... range above our mortal state , In circle round the blessed gate , Received and gave him welcome there ; And led him through the blissful climes , And show'd him in the fountain fresh All knowledge that the sons of flesh Shall gather in ...
... range above our mortal state , In circle round the blessed gate , Received and gave him welcome there ; And led him through the blissful climes , And show'd him in the fountain fresh All knowledge that the sons of flesh Shall gather in ...
Pagina 136
... range With gods in unconjectured bliss , O , from the distance of the abyss Of tenfold - complicated change , Descend , and touch , and enter ; hear The wish too strong for words to name ; That in this blindness of the frame My Ghost ...
... range With gods in unconjectured bliss , O , from the distance of the abyss Of tenfold - complicated change , Descend , and touch , and enter ; hear The wish too strong for words to name ; That in this blindness of the frame My Ghost ...
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Pagina 1 - 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.
Pagina 76 - 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...
Pagina 81 - 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.
Pagina 178 - 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...
Pagina 88 - 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...
Pagina 159 - 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...
Pagina 190 - 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.
Pagina 78 - 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 77 - 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.
Pagina 101 - 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.