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" blindly run; A web is woven across the sky; From out waste places comes a cry, And murmurs from the dying sun; 'And all the phantom, Nature, stands — With all the music in her tone, A hollow echo of my own, — A hollow form with empty hands. "
A Study of the Works of Alfred Tennyson - Page 149
by Edward Campbell Tainsh - 1868 - 256 pages
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The Eclectic review. vol. 1-New [8th]

1850 - 806 pages
...influence embodied, of the following ; sorrow it is speaks : — ' The stars she whispers, blindly run ; A web is woven across the sky ; From out waste places comes a cry, And murmurs from the dying sun.'" So, of this verse of the grand dream at p. 94: — ' I dreamed there would be spring no more, That...
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The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Volume 21

American literature - 1850 - 602 pages
...breathes such sweetness and sacredness. The key-note of the whole is struck at the beginning : — " I hold it true, whate'er befall ; I feel it when I sorrow most ; "fis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all."* And the same sentiment seeks...
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Notes and Queries, Volume 43

Questions and answers - 1871 - 704 pages
...tenderness and elegance few prose men of his day could have rivalled. Tennyson's words are these : — " I hold it true, whate'er befall, I feel it when I sorrow moat; "Пз better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all.'" In Mtmoriam, xxvii. Congreve's...
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Sartain's Union Magazine of Literature and Art, Volume 7

Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - Periodicals - 1850 - 438 pages
...The heart that never plighted troth. But stagnates in the weeds of sloth; Nor any want-begotten rest. I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow rao«t; 'Tis bfttfr to hin-f, brred and /ojl, Than never to hare tared at all. JOSEPH AND nis BRKTHIU.N.—...
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In Memoriam

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 272 pages
...bitter in a breath, What whispers from thy lying lip ? " The stars," she whispers, " blindly run ; A web is woven across the sky ; From out waste places comes a cry, And murmurs from the dying sun: "And all the phantom, Nature, stands, — With all her music in her tone, /A hollow echo of my own,...
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In Memoriam, Issue 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - Grief - 1850 - 228 pages
...breath, What whispers from thy lying lip ? ' The stars,' she whispers, ' blindly run ; A web is wov'n across the sky ; From out waste places comes a cry, And murmurs from the dying sun : ' And all the phantom, Nature, stands — With all her music in her tone, A hollow echo of my own,...
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In Memoriam

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 228 pages
...breath, What whispers from thy lying lip ? ' The stars,' she whispers, ' blindly run ; A web is wov'n across the sky ; From out waste places comes a cry, And murmurs from the dying sun : ' And all the phantom, Nature, stands — With all her music in her tone, A hollow echo of my own,...
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The North British review

1850 - 654 pages
...heart that never plighted troth But stagnates in the weeds of sloth ; Nor any want begotten rest. " I hold it true whate'er befall— I feel it when I sorrow most: 'Tig better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all." The reader must already have...
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Sartain's Union Magazine of Literature and Art, Volume 7

Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - Periodicals - 1850 - 462 pages
...The heart that never plighted troth, But stagnates in the weeds of sloth; Nor any want-begotten rest. I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; . Ti- b-lirr to Aa« loetd and rozĄ, Than never to have lored at all. JOSEPH лгго HIS BumiosN.—...
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The Princess: A Medley

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 1851 - 422 pages
...from thy lying lip ? ' The stars,' she whispers, ' blindly run ; A web is wov'n across the sky ; Prom out waste places comes a cry, And murmurs from the dying sun : ' And all the phantom, Nature, stands — With all her music in her tone, A hollow echo of my own,...
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