Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despairRise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
Alfred Tennyson
I came in haste with cursing breath, And heart of hardest steel; But when I saw thee cold in death,I felt as man should feel. For when I look upon that face, That cold, unheeding, frigid brown, Where neither rage nor fear has place, By Heaven! I cannot hate thee now!
poetry steel haste man death fear heart heaven hate rage breath feel hatred face place cold
poetry life sadness memories
For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.
poetry future
Though much is taken, much abides; and thoughWe are not now that strength which in old daysMoved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in willTo strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
poetry age heroism ulysses
And this gray spirit yearning in desireTo follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
poetry ulysses
I fain would follow love, if that could be; I needs must follow death, who calls for me; Call and I follow, I follow! Let me die.
poetry death
No sword Of wrath her right arm whirl'd, But one poor poet's scroll, and with his word She shook the world.
poetry
THE EAGLEHe clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
I embrace the purpose of God and the doom assigned
poetry philosophical melodrama
Not once or twice in our fair island-story, The path of duty was the way to glory.
poetry duty
I remainMistress of mine own self and mine own soul
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