Poems begining by I

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Ii. Legend

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

THERE lived in the desert a holy man

To whom a goat-footed Faun one day

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In Memoriam A. HIn Memoriam A. H. H.: 56. So careful of the type? but no.: 55. The wish, that of the living whol

© Alfred Tennyson

Who trusted God was love indeed
And love Creation's final law--
Tho' Nature, red in tooth and claw
With ravine, shriek'd against his creed--

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: The Prelude

© Alfred Tennyson

Thou seemest human and divine,
The highest, holiest manhood, thou.
Our wills are ours, we know not how,
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: Is it, then, regret for buried time

© Alfred Tennyson

Yet less of sorrow lives in me
For days of happy commune dead;
Less yearning for the friendship fled,
Than some strong bond which is to be.

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 99. Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again

© Alfred Tennyson

Who wakenest with thy balmy breath
To myriads on the genial earth,
Memories of bridal, or of birth,
And unto myriads more, of death.

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 95. By night we linger'd on the lawn

© Alfred Tennyson

While now we sang old songs that peal'd
From knoll to knoll, where, couch'd at ease,
The white kine glimmer'd, and the trees
Laid their dark arms about the field.

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 83. Dip down upon the northern shore

© Alfred Tennyson

O thou new-year, delaying long,
Delayest the sorrow in my blood,
That longs to burst a frozen bud
And flood a fresher throat with song.

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 82. I wage not any feud with death

© Alfred Tennyson

For this alone on Death I wreak
The wrath that garners in my heart;
He put our lives so far apart
We cannot hear each other speak.

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 78. Again at Christmas did we weave

© Alfred Tennyson

Again at Christmas did we weave
The holly round the Christmas hearth;
The silent snow possess'd the earth,
And calmly fell our Christmas-eve:

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 7. Dark house, by which once more I s

© Alfred Tennyson

Dark house, by which once more I stand

Here in the long unlovely street,

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 6. One writes, that Other Friends Rem

© Alfred Tennyson

O mother, praying God will save
Thy sailor,--while thy head is bow'd,
His heavy-shotted hammock-shroud
Drops in his vast and wandering grave.

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 55. The wish, that of the living whol

© Alfred Tennyson

I falter where I firmly trod,
And falling with my weight of cares
Upon the great world's altar-stairs
That slope thro' darkness up to God,

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 54. Oh, yet we Trust that somehow Goo

© Alfred Tennyson

Behold, we know not anything;
I can but trust that good shall fall
At last--far off--at last, to all,
And every winter change to spring.

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 5. Sometimes I Hold it half a Sin

© Alfred Tennyson

I sometimes hold it half a sin

To put in words the grief I feel;

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 45. The baby new to earth and sky

© Alfred Tennyson

This use may lie in blood and breath
Which else were fruitless of their due,
Had man to learn himself anew
Beyond the second birth of Death.

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 39. Old warder of these buried bones

© Alfred Tennyson

Old warder of these buried bones,

And answering now my random stroke

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 22. The path by which we twain did go

© Alfred Tennyson

Who broke our fair companionship,
And spread his mantle dark and cold,
And wrapt thee formless in the fold,
And dull'd the murmur on thy lip,

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 2. Old Yew, which graspest at the sto

© Alfred Tennyson

And gazing on thee, sullen tree,
Sick for thy stubborn hardihood,
I seem to fail from out my blood
And grow incorporate into thee.

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 16. I Envy not in any Moods

© Alfred Tennyson

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 15. To-night the winds begin to rise

© Alfred Tennyson

That makes the barren branches loud;
And but for fear it is not so,
The wild unrest that lives in woe
Would dote and pore on yonder cloud