Select poems of Alfred lord Tennyson . e sunshine, and opposedFree hearts, free foreheads â you and I are old;Old age hath yet his honor and his toil; so Death closes all: but something ere the end,Some work of noble note, may yet be done,Not unbecoming men that strove with lights begin to twinkle from the rocks;The long day wanes ; the slow moon climbs ; the deepMoans round with many voices. Come, my friends,T is not too late to seek a newer off, and sitting well in order smiteThe sounding furrows; for my purpose holdsTo sail beyond the sunset, and the baths 60 Of all the
Select poems of Alfred lord Tennyson . e sunshine, and opposedFree hearts, free foreheads â you and I are old;Old age hath yet his honor and his toil; so Death closes all: but something ere the end,Some work of noble note, may yet be done,Not unbecoming men that strove with lights begin to twinkle from the rocks;The long day wanes ; the slow moon climbs ; the deepMoans round with many voices. Come, my friends,T is not too late to seek a newer off, and sitting well in order smiteThe sounding furrows; for my purpose holdsTo sail beyond the sunset, and the baths 60 Of all the western stars, until I may be that the gulfs will wash us down ;It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,And see the great Achilles, whom we much is taken, much abides ; and thoWe 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. 70 LOCKSLEY HALL. 97. LOCKSLEY HALL. Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet t is early morn;Leave me here, and when you want me sound upon the buglehorn. T is the place, and all around it, as of old, the curlews call,Dreary gleams about the moorland flying over Locksley Hall; Locksley Hall, that in the distance overlooks the sandy the hollow ocean-ridges roaring into cataracts. Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro the mellow shade,Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid. lo Here about the beach I wanderd, nourishing a youth sublimeWith the fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time; 7 93 LOCKS LEY HALL. When the centuries behind me like a fruitful land reposed;When I clung to all the present for the promise that it closed: When I dipt into the future far as human eye could see;Saw the vision of the wor
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