The Owl (Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems)
When cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground,And the far-off stream ...
When cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground,And the far-off stream ...
AUSPICIOUS morn, com'st opportune, unbought?Bring'st thou glad furtherance in thy rosy train?Speed then, my chariot, following fast my thought,And distance ...
Angelic minds, they say, by simple intelligence Behold the Forms of nature. They discern Unerringly the Archtypes, all the verities ...
The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in ...
These tiny loiterers on the barley's beard, And happy units of a numerous herd Of playfellows, the laughing Summer brings, ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
I heard an Angel Singing When the day was springing: "Mercy, pity, and peace, Are the world's release." So he ...
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke, High as the Saddle-girth, covering away from our ...
The girl goes dancing there On the leaf-sown, new-mown, smooth Grass plot of the garden; Escaped from bitter youth, Escaped ...
I Between extremities Man runs his course; A brand, or flaming breath. Comes to destroy All those antinomies Of day ...
Maud Muller on a summer's day Raked the meadow sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of ...
Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
This is the place that I love the best, A little brown house, like a ground-bird's nest, Hid among grasses, ...
When cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground, And the far-off stream is ...
The glory of the beauty of the morning, - The cuckoo crying over the untouched dew; The blackbird that has ...
Oh ye whose hearts are resonant, and ring to War's romance, Hear ye the story of a boy, a peasant ...
He's the man from Eldorado, and he's just arrived in town, In moccasins and oily buckskin shirt. He's gaunt as ...
Out of the night a crash, A roar, a rampart of light; A flame that leaped like a lash, Searing ...
NEW-MOWN hay smell and wind of the plain made her a woman whose ribs had the power of the hills ...
Among his books he sits all day To think and read and write; He does not smell the new-mown hay, ...
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