The Life And Works Of Alfred Lord Tennyson (volume 10) by Baron Alfred Tennyson TennysonThe Life And Works Of Alfred Lord Tennyson (volume 10) by Baron Alfred Tennyson Tennyson

The Life And Works Of Alfred Lord Tennyson (volume 10)

byBaron Alfred Tennyson Tennyson

Paperback | February 1, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1899. Excerpt: ... But now we are made one flesh in misery; Our bridemaids are not lovely--Disappointment, Ingratitude, Injustice, Evil-tongue, Labour-in-vain. Mary. Surely, not all in vain. Peace, cousin, peace! I am sad at heart myself. Pole. Our altar is a mound of dead men's clay, Dug from the grave that yawns for us beyond; And there is one Death stands behind the Groom, And there is one Death stands behind the Bride--Mary. Have you been looking at the ' Dance of Death'? Pole. No; but these libellous papers which I found Strewn in your palace. Look you here--the Pope Pointing at me with ' Pole, the heretic, Thou hast burnt others, do thou burn thyself, Or I will burn thee'; and this other; see!--'We pray continually for the death Of our accursed Queen and Cardinal Pole.' This last--I dare not read it her. Aside. Mary. Away! Why do you bring me these? I thought you knew me better. I never read, I tear them; they come back upon my dreams. The hands that write them should be burnt clean off As Cranmer's, and the fiends that utter them Tongue-torn with pincers, lash'd to death, or lie Famishing in black cells, while famish'd rats Eat them alive. Why do they bring me these? Do you mean to drive me mad? Pole. I had forgotten How these poor libels trouble you. Your pardon, Sweet cousin, and farewell!' O bubble world, Whose colours in a moment break and fly!' Why, who said that? I know not--true enough! Puts up the papers, all but the last, which falls. Exit Pole. Alice. If Cranmer's spirit were a mocking one, And heard these two, there might be sport for him. Aside. Mary. Clarence, they hate me; even while I speak There lurks a silent dagger, listening In some dark closet, some long gallery, drawn, And panting for my blood as I go by. Lady Clarence. Nay, Madam, there be loyal...
Title:The Life And Works Of Alfred Lord Tennyson (volume 10)Format:PaperbackDimensions:50 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.1 inPublished:February 1, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217354521

ISBN - 13:9780217354523