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To —— Sainted Juliet! dearest name! If to love be life alone, Divinest Juliet, I love thee, and live; and yet Love unreturned is like the fragrant flame Folding…Alfred Lord Tennyson: Song ("Every day hath it's night")
SongI Every day hath its night: Every night its morn: Through dark and bright Wingèd hours are borne; Ah! welaway! Seasons flower and fade; Golden calm and…Alfred Lord Tennyson: Sonnet ("Could I outwear my present state")
Sonnet Could I outwear my present state of woe With one brief winter, and indue i' the spring Hues of fresh youth, and mightily outgrow The wan dark coil of faded suffering— Forth in…Alfred Lord Tennyson: Sonnet ("Though Night hath climbed her peak")
Sonnet Though Night hath climbed her peak of highest noon, And bitter blasts the screaming autumn whirl, All night through archways of the bridgèd pearl And portals of pure silver…Alfred Lord Tennyson: Sonnet ("Shall the hag Evil die")
Sonnet Shall the hag Evil die with the child of Good, Or propagate again her loathèd kind, Thronging the cells of the diseased mind, Hateful with hanging cheeks, a withered brood,…Alfred Lord Tennyson: Sonnet ("The palid thunderstricken sigh")
Sonnet The palid thunderstricken sigh for gain, Down an ideal stream they ever float, And sailing on Pactolus in a boat, Drown soul and sense, while wistfully they strain Weak eyes…Alfred Lord Tennyson: Song ("The lintwhite and the throstlecock")
SongI The lintwhite and the throstlecock Have voices sweet and clear; All in the bloomèd May. They from the blosmy brere Call to the fleeting year, If that he would them hear…Alfred Lord Tennyson: Sonnet ("Me my own fate")
Sonnet Me my own fate to lasting sorrow doometh: Thy woes are birds of passage, transitory: Thy spirit, circled with a living glory, In summer still a summer joy resumeth. Alone…Alfred Lord Tennyson: Sonnet ("Check every outflash")
Sonnet Check every outflash, every ruder sally Of thought and speech; speak low, and give up wholly Thy spirit to mild-minded Melancholy; This is the place. Through yonder poplar…Alfred Lord Tennyson: Sonnet ("Three things that fill my heart with sighs")
Sonnet There are three things that fill my heart with sighs And steep my soul in laughter (when I view Fair maiden forms moving like melodies), Dimples, roselips, and eyes of any hue…Trending
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