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Poetry

The Princess (part 7)

So was their sanctuary violated, So their fair college turned to hospital; At first with all confusion: by and by Sweet order lived again with other laws: A kindlier influence reigned; and everywhere Low voices with the ministering hand Hung...

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Lord Alfred Tennyson

2487 words

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Poetry

Work Without Hope

All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair— The bees are stirring—birds are on the wing— And Winter slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I the while, the sole unbusy...

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Samuel Coleridge

108 words

Poetry

The Princess: A Medley: Home they Brought her Warrior Dead

Home they brought her warrior dead: She nor swoon'd nor utter'd cry: All her maidens, watching, said, "She must weep or she will die." Then they praised him, soft and low, Call'd him worthy to be loved, Truest friend and...

Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead

Home they brought her warrior dead: She nor swooned, nor uttered cry: All her maidens, watching, said, ‘She must weep or she will die.’ Then...

Memoriam A. H. H.: 67. When on my bed the moonlight fall

When on my bed the moonlight falls, I know that in thy place of rest By that broad water of the west, There comes a glory on the walls: Thy marble bright in dark appears, As slowly steals a silver...

Memoriam A. H. H.: 44. How fares it with the happy dead?

How fares it with the happy dead? For here the man is more and more; But he forgets the days before God shut the doorways of his head.

Youth And Age

Verse, a Breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where HOPE clung feeding, like a bee-- Both were mine ! Life went a-maying With NATURE, HOPE, and POESY, [Image][Image]When I was young ! When I was young ?--Ah, woful WHEN ! for the...

In Memoriam A. H. H.: 7. Dark house, by which once more I s

Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more-- Behold me, for I...

Idylls of the King: The Last Tournament (excerpt)

Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the yellowing woods, Danced like a wither'd leaf before the hall.

O Beauty, Passing Beauty!

Sweetest sweet! How can thou let me waste my youth in sighs? I only ask to sit beside thy feet. Thou knowest I dare not look into thine eyes. Might I but kiss thy hand! I dare not fold My...

A Farewell

Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea, Thy tribute wave deliver: No more by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever. Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea, A rivulet then a river: Nowhere by thee my...

The Grandmother

And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne? Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he looks like a man. And Willy's wife has written: she never was over-wise, Never the wife for Willy: he would n't take my advice.

Locksley Hall

Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle-horn.

The Last Tournament

Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the yellowing woods, Danced like a withered leaf before the hall.

The Faded Flower

Ungrateful he, who pluck'd thee from thy stalk, Poor faded flow'ret! on his careless way; Inhal'd awhile thy odours on his walk, Then onward pass'd and left thee to decay. melancholy emblem!

Christabel

PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- Tu-whoo! And hark, again! the crowing cock, How drowsily it crew.

Spring

Birds' love and birds' song Flying here and there, Birds' songand birds' love And you with gold for hair! Birds' songand birds' love Passing with the weather, Men's song and men's love, To love once and forever. Men's love and...

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Lord Alfred Tennyson

Short75 words