Poems, Том 2Edward Moxon, 1846 - 235 страница |
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... grows Of age to help us . " So the women kiss'd Each other , and set out , and reach'd the farm . The door was off the latch ; they peep'd , and saw The boy set up betwixt his grandsire's knees , Who thrust him in the hollows of his arm ...
... grows Of age to help us . " So the women kiss'd Each other , and set out , and reach'd the farm . The door was off the latch ; they peep'd , and saw The boy set up betwixt his grandsire's knees , Who thrust him in the hollows of his arm ...
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... growing , modest eyes , a hand , a foot Lessening in perfect cadence , and a skin As clean and white as privet when it flowers . James . Ay , ay , the blossom fades , and they that loved , At first like dove and dove were cat and dog ...
... growing , modest eyes , a hand , a foot Lessening in perfect cadence , and a skin As clean and white as privet when it flowers . James . Ay , ay , the blossom fades , and they that loved , At first like dove and dove were cat and dog ...
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... us all in its coarse blacks or whites , As ruthless as a baby with a worm , As cruel as a schoolboy ere he grows To Pity - more from ignorance than will . But put your best foot forward , or I fear WALKING TO THE MAIL . 51.
... us all in its coarse blacks or whites , As ruthless as a baby with a worm , As cruel as a schoolboy ere he grows To Pity - more from ignorance than will . But put your best foot forward , or I fear WALKING TO THE MAIL . 51.
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... in the moon , I drown'd the whoopings of the owl with sound Of pious hymns and psalms , and sometimes saw An angel stand and watch me , as I sang . Now am I feeble grown : my end draws nigh- 54 ST . SIMEON STYLITES .
... in the moon , I drown'd the whoopings of the owl with sound Of pious hymns and psalms , and sometimes saw An angel stand and watch me , as I sang . Now am I feeble grown : my end draws nigh- 54 ST . SIMEON STYLITES .
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Now am I feeble grown : my end draws nigh- I hope my end draws nigh : half deaf I am , So that I scarce can hear the people hum About the column's base , and almost blind , And scarce can recognise the ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Now am I feeble grown : my end draws nigh- I hope my end draws nigh : half deaf I am , So that I scarce can hear the people hum About the column's base , and almost blind , And scarce can recognise the ...
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Alice the nurse AMPHION answer'd art thou beggar maid beneath betwixt blow bold Sir Bedivere bore breast breath cheek child Cophetua crag dark dipt Dora dream earth Edward Gray Ellen Adair Excalibur eyes fair fancy flower folded gate golden gone grew Hall hand happy hast hear heard heart Heaven hope hour King Arthur kiss kiss'd knees Lady Clare laugh'd light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Ronald Mastodon mind moon moorland morn never nevermore night o'er pass'd praise QUEEN GUINEVERE replied rose round saints seem'd shade SIMEON STYLITES SIR LAUNCELOT sleep song soul sound spake speak stars stept summer sweet thee thine things thou art thought thrice thro thy dreams touch'd truth turn'd unto vapour Vext village maid voice whisper wife wind wither'd words yonder
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