The Death of the Old Year, by Alfred Tennyson
Full knee-deep lies the winter snow,
And the winter winds are wearily sighing:
Toll ye the ch...
Full knee-deep lies the winter snow,
And the winter winds are wearily sighing:
Toll ye the ch...
I Banner of England, not for a season, O banner of Britain, hast thou
Floated in conquering...
1 And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far across th...
1 Life and Thought have gone away
Side by side,
Leaving door and windows wide:
Careless te...
1 Now is done thy long day's work;
Fold thy palms across thy breast,
Fold thine arms, turn...
I read, before my eyelids dropt their shade,
"The Legend of Good Women, " long ago
Sung by th...
Two bees within a chrystal flowerbell rockè d
Hum a lovelay to the westwind at noontide.
...
1 The plain was grassy, wild and bare,
Wide, wild, and open to the air,
Which had built ...
Sweet Emma Moreland of yonder town
Met me walking on yonder way,
"And have you lost your heart...
1 Thy dark eyes open'd not,
Nor first reveal'd themselves to English air,
For there is noth...
Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,
Thy tribute wave deliver:
No more by thee my steps sha...
O Love, Love, Love! O withering might!
O sun, that from thy noonday height
Shudderest when I...
This morning is the morning of the day,
When I and Eustace from the city went
To see the Garde...
The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent,
And tallest, Gareth, in a showerful spring
Stared at...
O purblind race of miserable men,
How many among us at this very hour
Do forge a life-long tro...