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Page 13
Low - cowering shall the Sophist sit ; Falsehood shall bare her plaited brow : Fair
- fronted Truth shall droop not now With shrilling shafts of subtle wit . Nor martyr -
flames , nor trenchant swords Can do away that ancient lie ; A gentler death ...
Low - cowering shall the Sophist sit ; Falsehood shall bare her plaited brow : Fair
- fronted Truth shall droop not now With shrilling shafts of subtle wit . Nor martyr -
flames , nor trenchant swords Can do away that ancient lie ; A gentler death ...
Page 14
Weak Truth a - leaning on her crutch , Wan , wasted Truth in her utmost need ,
Thy kingly intellect shall feed , Until she be an athlete bold , And weary with a
finger ' s touch Those writhed limbs of lightning speed ; Like that strange angel
which ...
Weak Truth a - leaning on her crutch , Wan , wasted Truth in her utmost need ,
Thy kingly intellect shall feed , Until she be an athlete bold , And weary with a
finger ' s touch Those writhed limbs of lightning speed ; Like that strange angel
which ...
Page 39
Thus truth was multiplied on truth , the world Like one great garden show ' d . And
thro ' the wreaths of floating dark upcurld , Rare sunrise flow ' d . And Freedom
reard in that august sunrise Her beautiful bold brow , When rites and forms ...
Thus truth was multiplied on truth , the world Like one great garden show ' d . And
thro ' the wreaths of floating dark upcurld , Rare sunrise flow ' d . And Freedom
reard in that august sunrise Her beautiful bold brow , When rites and forms ...
Page 93
So , if I waste words now , in truth You must blame Love . His early rage Had
force to make me rhyme in youth , And makes me talk too much in age . And now
those vivid hours are gone , Like mine own life to me thou art , Where Past and ...
So , if I waste words now , in truth You must blame Love . His early rage Had
force to make me rhyme in youth , And makes me talk too much in age . And now
those vivid hours are gone , Like mine own life to me thou art , Where Past and ...
Page 116
Nor these alone , but every landscape fair , As fit for every mood of mind , Or gay ,
or grave , or sweet , or stern , was there , Not less than truth design ' d . Or the
maid - mother by a crucifix , In tracts of pasture sunny - warm , Beneath branch ...
Nor these alone , but every landscape fair , As fit for every mood of mind , Or gay ,
or grave , or sweet , or stern , was there , Not less than truth design ' d . Or the
maid - mother by a crucifix , In tracts of pasture sunny - warm , Beneath branch ...
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Bibliographic information
| Title | Poems |
| Author | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson |
| Publisher | C. Kegan Paul, 1878 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 23 Jan 2009 |
| Length | 379 pages |
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