The Palace of Art (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. I said, "O Soul, make merry ...
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. I said, "O Soul, make merry ...
In an elegant frock, trimm'd with beautiful lace, And hair nicely curl'd, hanging over her face, Young Fanny went out ...
A mattock high he swung; I watched him at his toil; With never gulp of lung He gashed the ruddy ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
I wish that I could understand The moving marvel of my Hand; I watch my fingers turn and twist, The ...
Said I: "See yon vast heaven shine,-- What earthly sight diviner? Before such radiant Design Why doubt Designer?" Said he: ...
Son put a poser up to me That made me scratch my head: "God made the whole wide world," quoth ...
Said Seeker of the skies to me: "Behold yon starry host ashine! When Heaven's harmony you see How can you ...
My poem may be yours indeed In melody and tone, If in its rhythm you can read A music of ...
THE wind is without there and howls in the trees, And the rain-flurries drum on the glass: Alone by the ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
[As a Tribute of Esteem and Admiration this Poem is inscribed to ROBERT MERRY, Esq. A. M. Member of the ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let ...
He said, and pass'd with sad presaging heart To seek his spouse, his soul's far dearer part; At home he ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
What is my name to you? 'T will die: a wave that has but rolled to reach with a lone ...
Come, my Ardelia, to this bowre, Where kindly mingling Souls a while, Let's innocently spend an houre, And at all ...
Wee falsely think it due unto our friends, That we should grieve for their too early ends: He that surveys ...
Content, the false World's best disguise, The search and faction of the Wise, Is so abstruse and hid in night, ...
I did not live until this time Crown'd my felicity, When I could say without a crime, I am not ...
On the stiff twig up there Hunches a wet black rook Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain. I ...
Edward Teach was a native of Bristol, and sailed from that port On board a privateer, in search of sport, ...
This Statue, I must confess, is magnificent to see, And I hope will long be appreciated by the people of ...
There lived in Munich a poor, weakly youth, But for the exact date, I cannot vouch for the truth, And ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
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