The Eagle (Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems)
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;Close to the sun in lonely lands,Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.The wrinkled ...
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;Close to the sun in lonely lands,Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.The wrinkled ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on -- He stuns you ...
On Tiber's banks, Tiber, whose waters glide In slow meanders down to Gaigra's side; And circling all the horrid mountain ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...
What woman hugs her infant there? Another star has shot an ear. What made the drapery glisten so? Not a ...
Naked she lay, clasped in my longing arms, I filled with love, and she all over charms; Both equally inspired ...
These are ashes of treasures: Of hurt and loss. These are ashes in face of which Granite is dross. Dove, ...
Faint as a climate-changing bird that flies All night across the darkness, and at dawn Falls on the threshold of ...
He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he ...
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found Her master cold; for when the morning flush Of passion and the first embrace had ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day Gave his broad lawns until the set of sun Up to the people: ...
TO mute and to material things New life revolving summer brings; The genial call dead Nature hears, And in her ...
Phoebus was judge between Jove, Mars, and Love, Of those three gods, whose arms the fairest were: Jove's golden shield ...
The poppies gleamed like bloody pools through cotton-woolly mist; The Captain kept a-lookin' at the watch upon his wrist; And ...
My Claudia, it is long since we have met, So kissed, so held each other heart to heart! I thought ...
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