In Memoriam, 1호Edward Moxon, Dover street, 1850 - 210페이지 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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... , For all is dark where thou art not . Yet as that other , wandering there In those deserted walks , may find A flower beat with rain and wind , Which once she foster'd up with care ; So seems it in my deep regret , O my 10.
... , For all is dark where thou art not . Yet as that other , wandering there In those deserted walks , may find A flower beat with rain and wind , Which once she foster'd up with care ; So seems it in my deep regret , O my 10.
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... on the dewy decks . Sphere all your lights around , above ; Sleep , gentle heavens , before the prow ; Sleep , gentle winds , as he sleeps now , My friend , the brother of my love . My Arthur ! whom I shall not see Till all 12.
... on the dewy decks . Sphere all your lights around , above ; Sleep , gentle heavens , before the prow ; Sleep , gentle winds , as he sleeps now , My friend , the brother of my love . My Arthur ! whom I shall not see Till all 12.
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. And I perceived no touch of change , No hint of death in all his frame , But found him all in all the same , I should not feel it to be strange . XV . To night the winds began to rise And 23.
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. And I perceived no touch of change , No hint of death in all his frame , But found him all in all the same , I should not feel it to be strange . XV . To night the winds began to rise And 23.
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. XV . To night the winds began to rise And roar from yonder dropping day : The last red leaf is whirl'd away , The rooks are blown about the skies ; The forest crack'd , the waters curl'd , The cattle ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. XV . To night the winds began to rise And roar from yonder dropping day : The last red leaf is whirl'd away , The rooks are blown about the skies ; The forest crack'd , the waters curl'd , The cattle ...
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... , Because it needed help of Love : Nor could I weary , heart or limb , When mighty Love would cleave in twain The lading of a single pain , And part it , giving half to him . XXVI . STILL onward winds the dreary way ; I. 42.
... , Because it needed help of Love : Nor could I weary , heart or limb , When mighty Love would cleave in twain The lading of a single pain , And part it , giving half to him . XXVI . STILL onward winds the dreary way ; I. 42.
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1 페이지 - 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.
76 페이지 - 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...
81 페이지 - 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.
178 페이지 - 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...
88 페이지 - 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...
159 페이지 - 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...
190 페이지 - 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.
78 페이지 - 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...
77 페이지 - 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.
101 페이지 - 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.