Poems, Том 2Edward Moxon, 1846 - 235 страница |
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... Baron Tennyson. PAGE THE VISION OF SIN 217 THE SKIPPING ROPE 231 " MOVE EASTWARD , HAPPY EARTH , AND LEAVE · 232 66 BREAK , BREAK , BREAK , ” . 233 THE POET'S SONG · 234 POEMS . THE EPIC . AT Francis Allen's on the CONTENTS . vii.
... Baron Tennyson. PAGE THE VISION OF SIN 217 THE SKIPPING ROPE 231 " MOVE EASTWARD , HAPPY EARTH , AND LEAVE · 232 66 BREAK , BREAK , BREAK , ” . 233 THE POET'S SONG · 234 POEMS . THE EPIC . AT Francis Allen's on the CONTENTS . vii.
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... break his sleep by night , and his nice eyes Should see the raw mechanic's bloody thumbs Sweat on his blazon'd ... breaks out from age to age With much the same result . Now I myself , A Tory to the quick , was as a boy Destructive ...
... break his sleep by night , and his nice eyes Should see the raw mechanic's bloody thumbs Sweat on his blazon'd ... breaks out from age to age With much the same result . Now I myself , A Tory to the quick , was as a boy Destructive ...
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... breaking hearts ? Or all the same as if he had not been ? Not so . Still father Truth ? O shall the braggart shout For some blind glimpse of freedom work itself Thro ' madness , hated by the wise , to law System and empire ? Sin itself ...
... breaking hearts ? Or all the same as if he had not been ? Not so . Still father Truth ? O shall the braggart shout For some blind glimpse of freedom work itself Thro ' madness , hated by the wise , to law System and empire ? Sin itself ...
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... break its syllables , to keep My own full - tuned , ―hold passion in a leash , And not leap forth and fall about thy neck , And on thy bosom , ( deep - desired relief ! ) Rain out the heavy mist of tears , that weigh'd Upon my brain ...
... break its syllables , to keep My own full - tuned , ―hold passion in a leash , And not leap forth and fall about thy neck , And on thy bosom , ( deep - desired relief ! ) Rain out the heavy mist of tears , that weigh'd Upon my brain ...
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... Still sees the sacred morning spread The silent summit overhead . " Will thirty seasons render plain Those lonely lights that still remain , Just breaking over land and main ? " Or make that morn , from his cold crown THE TWO VOICES . 125.
... Still sees the sacred morning spread The silent summit overhead . " Will thirty seasons render plain Those lonely lights that still remain , Just breaking over land and main ? " Or make that morn , from his cold crown THE TWO VOICES . 125.
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Alice the nurse answer'd beggar maid beneath betwixt blow bold Sir Bedivere bore born breast breath cheek child Cophetua crag dark death dipt Dora dream dropt earth Edward Gray Ellen Adair Excalibur eyes fair fancy flower folded gate golden gone grew hand happy hast hear heard heart Heaven hope hour jaundice King Arthur kiss kiss'd knees Lady Clare land last embrace laugh'd light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Ronald moon moorland morn never 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 wonder words
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Страница 104 - Comfort? comfort scorned of devils! this is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. Drug thy memories, lest thou learn it, lest thy heart be put to proof, In the dead unhappy night, and when the rain is on the roof.
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