You ask me, why, tho' ill at ease, Within this region I subsist, Whose spirits falter in the mist, And languish for the purple seas. It is the land that freemen till, That sober-suited Freedom chose, The land, where girt with friends or foes A man may... The Poetic and Dramatic Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson - Page 60by Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1898 - 887 pagesFull view - About this book
| Shrewsbury (England). Royal School - English poetry - 1801 - 368 pages
...within the mist, And languish for the purple seas. It is the land that freemen till, That soher-suited Freedom chose ; The land, where girt with friends...government, A land of just and old renown, Where Freedom broadens slowly down From precedent to precedent. Should banded unions persecute Opinion, and induce... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1843 - 260 pages
...change. You ask me, why, though ill at ease, Within this region I subsist, Whose spirits fail within the mist, And languish for the purple seas ? It is...government, A land of just and old renown, Where Freedom broadens slowly down From precedent to precedent : Where faction seldom gathers head, But by degrees... | |
| Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pages
...Sleep full of rest from head to feet ; Lie still, dry dust, secure of change. You ask me, why, though ill at ease, Within this region I subsist, Whose spirits...government, A land of just and old renown, Where Freedom broadens slowly down From precedent to precedent : Where faction seldom gathers head, But by degrees... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1846 - 260 pages
...Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet ; You ask me, why, though ill at ease, Within this region I subsist, Whose spirits...government, A land of just and old renown, Where Freedom broadens slowly down Where faction seldom gathers head, But by degrees to fulness wrought, The strength... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 402 pages
...Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet; Yon ask me, why, though ill at ease, Within this region I subsist, Whose spirits...government, A land of just and old renown, Where Freedom broadens slowly down From precedent to precedent: Where faction seldom gathers head, But by degrees... | |
| Benjamin Hall Kennedy - Classical languages - 1850 - 368 pages
...Freedom. You ask me why, though ill at ease, Within this region I subsist, Whose spirits fail within the mist, And languish for the purple seas. It is...government, A land of just and old renown, Where Freedom broadens slowly down From precedent to precedent. Should banded unions persecute Opinion, and induce... | |
| Benjamin Hall Kennedy - Classical languages - 1850 - 364 pages
...within the mist, And languish for the purple seas. It is the land that freemen till, That soher-suited Freedom chose ; The land, where girt with friends...government, A land of just and old renown, Where Freedom broadens slowly down From precedent to precedent. Should banded unions persecute Opinion, and induce... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1851 - 276 pages
...Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet; You ask me, why, though ill at ease, Within this region I subsist, Whose spirits...will; A land of settled government, A land of just arid old renown, Where Freedom broadens slowly down From precedent to precedent: Where faction seldom... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 404 pages
...dry dust, secure of change. You ask me, why, tho' ill at ease, Within this region I subsist, AVhose spirits falter in the mist, And languish for the purple...government, A land of just and old renown, Where Freedom broadens slowly down From precedent to precedent : Where faction seldom gathers head, But by degrees... | |
| Cyclopaedia - 1853 - 772 pages
...rooted mountain from its base, Than force the yoke of slavery upon men Determin'd to be free. Southey. It is the land that freemen till, That sober-suited...friends or foes, A man may speak the thing he will. Tennyson. 314 FREEZE. FRESHNESS. FEEEZE. THOU art all ice: thy kindness /feezes. Shakspere. I have... | |
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