The Life and Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson: Alfred, lord Tennyson, a memoir by his son [incl. correspondenceMacmillan, 1898 |
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Page 270 - Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho...
Page 9 - Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first-created beam, and thou great Word, 'Let there be light, and light was over all'; Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree?
Page 8 - Retiring from the popular noise, I seek This unfrequented place to find some ease, Ease to the body some, none to the mind From restless thoughts, that, like a deadly swarm Of hornets arm'd, no sooner found alone, But rush upon me thronging, and present Times past, what once
Page 8 - O loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Blind among enemies, O worse than chains, Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age! Light the prime work of God to me...
Page 110 - A still salt pool, lock'd in with bars of sand; Left on the shore; that hears all night The plunging seas draw backward from the land Their moon-led waters white.
Page 193 - King Arthur's sword, Excalibur, Wrought by the lonely maiden of the Lake. Nine years she wrought it, sitting in the deeps Upon the hidden bases of the hills.
Page 246 - Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward, let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
Page 209 - I felt certain of one point then," he said : " if I meant to make any mark at all, it must be by shortness, for the men before me had been so diffuse, and most of the big things except ' King Arthur
Page 236 - A fine, large-featured, dim-eyed, bronze-coloured, shaggy-headed man is Alfred : dusty, smoky, free and easy : who swims, outwardly and inwardly, with great composure in an articulate element as of tranquil chaos and tobacco smoke ; great now and then when he does emerge ; a most restful, brotherly, solid-hearted man.
Page 26 - Fall, as the crest of some slow-arching wave, Heard in dead night along that tableshore, Drops flat, and after the great waters break Whitening for half a league, and thin themselves, Far over sands marbled with moon and cloud, From less and less to nothing...