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The lark could scarce get out his notes for joy , But shook his song together as he
near ' d His happy home , the ground . To left and right , The cuckoo told his
name to all the hills ; The mellow ouzel fluted in the elm ; The redcap whistled ,
and ...
The lark could scarce get out his notes for joy , But shook his song together as he
near ' d His happy home , the ground . To left and right , The cuckoo told his
name to all the hills ; The mellow ouzel fluted in the elm ; The redcap whistled ,
and ...
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For , am I right or am I wrong , To choose your own you did not care ; You ' d have
my moral from the song , And I will take my pleasure there : And , am I right or am
I wrong , My fancy , ranging thro ' and thro ' , To search a meaning for the song ...
For , am I right or am I wrong , To choose your own you did not care ; You ' d have
my moral from the song , And I will take my pleasure there : And , am I right or am
I wrong , My fancy , ranging thro ' and thro ' , To search a meaning for the song ...
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... And in it is the germ of all · That grows within the woodland . O had I lived when
song was great In days of old Amphion , And ta ' en my fiddle to the gate , Nor
cared for seed or scion ! And had I lived when song was great , And AMPHION.
... And in it is the germ of all · That grows within the woodland . O had I lived when
song was great In days of old Amphion , And ta ' en my fiddle to the gate , Nor
cared for seed or scion ! And had I lived when song was great , And AMPHION.
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THE POET ' S SONG . The rain had fallen , the Poet arose , He pass ' d by the
town , and out of the street ; A light wind blew from the gates of the sun , And the
waves of shadow went over the wheat , And he sat him down in a lonely place ,
And ...
THE POET ' S SONG . The rain had fallen , the Poet arose , He pass ' d by the
town , and out of the street ; A light wind blew from the gates of the sun , And the
waves of shadow went over the wheat , And he sat him down in a lonely place ,
And ...
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And the nightingale thought , “ I have sung many songs , But never a one so gay ,
For he sings of what the world will be When the years have died away . ” THE
END The Idyl of “ Dora ” was partly suggested by THE POET ' S SONG . 231.
And the nightingale thought , “ I have sung many songs , But never a one so gay ,
For he sings of what the world will be When the years have died away . ” THE
END The Idyl of “ Dora ” was partly suggested by THE POET ' S SONG . 231.
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| Наслов | Poems, Том 2 Poems, Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson Том 2 књиге Poems: In Two Volumes, Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson |
| Аутор | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson |
| Издање | 4 |
| Издавач | Edward Moxon, 1846 |
| Оригинал из | Јавна библиотека града Њујорка |
| Дигитализовано | 13 јан 2007 |
| Дужина | 235 страница |
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