Identifier: poeticdramaticwo01tenn (find matches)
Title: The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson
Year: 1899 (1890s)
Authors: Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Baron, 1809-1892
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Publisher: Boston and New York, Houghton, Mifflin and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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-with-drawnA light-blue lane of early dawn, And think of early days and thee, And bless thee, for thy lips arebland,And bright the friendship of thine eye;And in my thoughts with scarce asighI take the pressure of thine hand. I trust I have not wasted breath :I think we are not wTholly brain,Magnetic mockeries ; not in vain, Like Paul with beasts, I fought withDeath ; Not only cunning casts in clay :Let Science prove we are, and thenWhat matters Science unto men, At least to me ? I would not stay. Let him, the wiser man who springsHereafter, up from childhood shapeHis action like the greater ape, But I was born to other things. CXXI Sad Hesper oer the buried sunAnd ready, thou, to die with him,Thou watchest all things ever dim And dimmer, and a glory done. The team is loosend from the wain,The boat is drawn upon the shore ;Thou listenest to the closing door, And life is darkend in the brain. Bright Phosphor, fresher for the night,By thee the worlds great work isheard I IN MEMORIAM 25S
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There rolls the deep Beginning, and the wakeful bird ;Behind thee comes the greater light. The market boat is on the stream,And voices hail it from the brink ;Thou hearst the village hammerclink, And seest the moving of the team. Sweet Hesper-Phosphor, double nameFor what is one, the first, the last,Thou, like my present and mypast,Thy place is changed ; thou art thesame. cxxnO, wast thou with me, dearest, then,While I rose up against my doom,And yearnd to burst the foldedgloom,To bare the eternal heavens again, To feel once more, in placid awe,The strong imagination rollA sphere of stars about my soul, In all her motion one with law ? If thou wert with me, and the graveDivide us not, be with me now,And enter in at breast and brow, Till all my blood, a fuller wave, Be quickend with a livelier breath,And like an inconsiderate boy,As in the former flash of joy, I slip the thoughts of life and death; And all the breeze of Fancy blows,And every dewdrop paints a bow,The wizard lightnings d

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