In Memoriam A. H. H.: 56 (Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems)
So careful of the type? but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She ...
So careful of the type? but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She ...
Contemplate all this work of Time, The giant labouring in his youth; Nor dream ...
That which we dare invoke to bless; Our dearest faith; our ghastliest doubt; He, ...
There is a sound of thunder afar, Storm in the south that darkens the day, Storm of battle and thunder ...
The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains,-Are not these, O Soul, the Vision of ...
The path by which we twain did go, Which led by tracts that pleased us well, ...
Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again, So loud with voices of the birds, So ...
How fares it with the happy dead? For here the man is more and more; ...
. Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud; Turn thy wild wheel thro' sunshine, ...
Old Yew, which graspest at the stones That name the under-lying dead, Thy fibres ...
I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide,As being past away. -Vain sympathies!For backward, Duddon! as I cast my ...
Birds' love and birds' song Flying here and there,Birds' song and birds' love And you with ...
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