Tag Archives: Alfred Tennyson

“Hateful Is the Dark-Blue Sky”

…from the quills of the dead white poets Alfred Tennyson (1809 – 1892) (From “The Lotos-Eaters”) Hateful is the dark-blue sky, Vaulted o’er the dark-blue sea. Death is the end of life; ah, why Should life all labor be? Let … Continue reading

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The Miller’s Daughter

…from the quills of the dead white poets Alfred Tennyson (1809 – 1892) It is the miller’s daughter, And she is grown so dear, so dear, That I would be the jewel That trembles in her ear; For hid in … Continue reading

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Dark House

…from the quills of the dead white poets Alfred Tennyson (1809 – 1892) Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street. Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a … Continue reading

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Sea Dreams

…from the quills of the dead white poets Alfred Tennyson (1809 – 1892) What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little … Continue reading

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Lost Love

…from the quills of the dead white poets Alfred Tennyson (1809 – 1892) (From “In Memoriam”) I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods; … Continue reading

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Dark house

…from the quills of the dead white poets Alfred Tennyson (1809 – 1892) Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street. Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a … Continue reading

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