The Princess: A Medley: Tears, Idle Tears (Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems)
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,Tears from the depth of some divine despairRise ...
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,Tears from the depth of some divine despairRise ...
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the ...
WHY impious Herod, vainly fearthat Christ the Savior cometh near?He takes no earthly realms awayWho gives the crown that lasts ...
Down the strait vistas where a city street Fades in pale dust and vaporous distances, Stained with far fumes the ...
Mary of BethanyDusk in her hair,Dew in her eye,Will never wear(Woo her, win herIf you can)Bridal trappingsFor mortal man.She sits ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
Tail turned to red sunset on a juniper crown a lone magpie cawks. Mad at Oryoki in the shrine-room -- ...
I. Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before, Love, -Only sleep! II. What so wild ...
My limbs are wasted with a flame, My feet are sore with travelling, For, calling on my Lady's name, My ...
1 AN old man bending, I come, among new faces, Years looking backward, resuming, in answer to children, Come tell ...
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the ...
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot In that first war, and had his realm restored But rendered ...
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
From the depth of the dreamy decline of the dawn through a notable nimbus of nebulous noonshine, Pallid and pink ...
Down the strait vistas where a city street Fades in pale dust and vaporous distances, Stained with far fumes the ...
LOUD and low in the chimney The squalls suspire; Then like an answer dwindles And glows the fire, And the ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
They are always with us, the thin people Meager of dimension as the gray people On a movie-screen. They Are ...
Bix to Buxtehude to Boulez, The little white dog on the Victor label Listens long and hard as he is ...
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