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Alfred Tennyson Tennyson. (1809–1892) (continued)

6725

    Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet!
  Nothing comes to thee new or strange.
Sleep full of rest from head to feet;
  Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.

To J. S.

6726

More black than ash-buds in the front of March.

The Gardener’s Daughter.

6727

Of love that never found his earthly close,
What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts;
Or all the same as if he had not been?

Love and Duty.

6728

The long mechanic pacings to and fro,
The set, gray life, and apathetic end.

Love and Duty.

6729

Ah, when shall all men’s good
Be each man’s rule, and universal peace
Lie like a shaft of light across the land,
And like a lane of beams athwart the sea,
Thro’ all the circle of the golden year?

The golden Year.

6730

I am a part of all that I have met. 1

Ulysses.

6731

How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use,—
As tho’ to breathe were life!

Ulysses.

6732

Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments;
And much delight of battle with my peers
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.

Ulysses.

6733

It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles whom we knew.

Ulysses.

6734

Here at the quiet limit of the world.

Tithonus.

6735

In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnished dove;
In the spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.

Locksley Hall. Line 19.

Note 1.
See Byron, page 543. [back]

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