In Memoriam A. H. H. Obiit MDCCCXXXIII: 3. O Sorrow, cruel (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
O Sorrow, cruel fellowship, O Priestess in the vaults of Death, O sweet and bitter in a breath, What whispers ...
O Sorrow, cruel fellowship, O Priestess in the vaults of Death, O sweet and bitter in a breath, What whispers ...
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat In hall ...
Once more the gate behind me falls; Once more before my face I see the moulder'd Abbey-walls, That stand within ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
MY father left a park to me, But it is wild and barren, A garden too with scarce a tree, ...
So was their sanctuary violated, So their fair college turned to hospital; At first with all confusion: by and by ...
O Sorrow, cruel fellowship, O Priestess in the vaults of Death, O sweet and bitter in a breath, What whispers ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
O living will that shalt endure When all that seems shall suffer shock, Rise in the spiritual rock, Flow thro' ...
O living will that shalt endure When all that seems shall suffer shock, Rise in the spiritual rock, Flow thro' ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ...
My dream had never died or lived again. As in some mystic middle state I lay; Seeing I saw not, ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
The wind, that beats the mountain, blows More softly round the open wold, And gently comes the world to those ...
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. I said, "O Soul, make merry ...
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here ...
All along the valley, stream that flashest white, Deepening thy voice with the deepening of the night, All along the ...
A city clerk, but gently born and bred; His wife, an unknown artist's orphan child-- One babe was theirs, a ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found Her master cold; for when the morning flush Of passion and the first embrace had ...
Oh, yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final end of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of ...
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
Our enemies have fall'n, have fall'n: the seed, The little seed they laugh'd at in the dark, Has risen and ...
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face, Of temper amorous, as the first of May, With lengths of ...
Old Yew, which graspest at the stones That name the under-lying dead, Thy fibres net the dreamless head, Thy roots ...
I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half ...
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