In MemoriamSilver, Burdett, 1906 - 190 pages |
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Alfred Alfred Tennyson Arthur Hallam Arthur Henry Hallam blood break breath brother calm Catullus Christ Christmas Clevedon CLEVEDON COURT Compare cycle dark darken'd dead death deep despair divine doubt dream dust earth earthly elegy Emily Tennyson Eternal eyes faith fancy father feel flower friendship Gatty gloom grief half Hallam Tennyson happy hath hear heart Henry Van Dyke hope hour human idea immortality light lives Lord Lord Tennyson Lycidas lying lips marriage Memoir Memoriam memory mind mood muse Nature night o'er once peace poem poet poet's problem of Evil race refers regret Ring rise round SECTION seems Shadow sing sleep Somersby song sorrow soul spirit spring stanza star Stopford Brooke suggested sweet thee thine things thou art thought thro trance trust truth voice wild wind wisdom words wrote XXXIX XXXVII
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Page 71 - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
Page 35 - I SOMETIMES hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel ; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within.
Page 115 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Page 116 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good.
Page 31 - Thou seemest human and divine, The highest, holiest manhood, thou : ; Our wills are ours, we know not how; Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
Page 31 - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust: Thou madest man, he knows not why, — He thinks he was not made to die; And thou hast made him : thou art just.
Page 71 - Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last— far off— at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.
Page 34 - blindly run ; A web is wov'n across the sky ; From out waste places comes a cry, And murmurs from the dying sun : ' And all the phantom, Nature, stands — With all the music in her tone, A hollow echo of my own, — A hollow form with empty hands.
Page 115 - Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind.
Page 70 - Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete; That not a worm is cloven in vain; That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain.