The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson |
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... Thou art not steeped in golden languors , No tranced summer calm is thine , Ever varying Madeline . Thro ' light and shadow thou dost range , Sudden glances , sweet and strange , Delicious spites and darling angers , And airy forms of ...
... Thou art not steeped in golden languors , No tranced summer calm is thine , Ever varying Madeline . Thro ' light and shadow thou dost range , Sudden glances , sweet and strange , Delicious spites and darling angers , And airy forms of ...
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... Thou , willing me to stay , Wooest not , nor vainly wranglest ; But , looking fixedly the while , All my bounding heart entanglest In a golden - netted smile ; Then in madness and in bliss , If my lips should dare to kiss Thy taper ...
... Thou , willing me to stay , Wooest not , nor vainly wranglest ; But , looking fixedly the while , All my bounding heart entanglest In a golden - netted smile ; Then in madness and in bliss , If my lips should dare to kiss Thy taper ...
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... Thou dewy dawn of memory . 2 . Come not as thou camest of late , Flinging the gloom of yesternight On the white day ; but robed in soften'd light Of orient state . Whilome thou camest with the morning mist , Even as a maid , whose ...
... Thou dewy dawn of memory . 2 . Come not as thou camest of late , Flinging the gloom of yesternight On the white day ; but robed in soften'd light Of orient state . Whilome thou camest with the morning mist , Even as a maid , whose ...
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... thou done , great artist Memory , In setting round thy first experiment With royal frame - work of wrought gold ; Needs must thou dearly love thy first essay , And foremost in thy various gallery Place it , where sweetest sunlight falls ...
... thou done , great artist Memory , In setting round thy first experiment With royal frame - work of wrought gold ; Needs must thou dearly love thy first essay , And foremost in thy various gallery Place it , where sweetest sunlight falls ...
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... thou the poet's mind ; For thou canst not fathom it . Clear and bright it should be ever , Flowing like a crystal river ; Bright as light , and clear as wind . 2 . Dark - brow'd sophist , come not anear : All the place is holy ground ...
... thou the poet's mind ; For thou canst not fathom it . Clear and bright it should be ever , Flowing like a crystal river ; Bright as light , and clear as wind . 2 . Dark - brow'd sophist , come not anear : All the place is holy ground ...
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