Poems, Том 1E. Moxon, 1846 - 235 страница |
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... Adown the Tigris I was borne , By Bagdat's shrines of fretted gold , High - walled gardens green and old ; True Mussulman was I and sworn , For it was in the golden prime , Of good Haroun Alraschid : RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS ...
... Adown the Tigris I was borne , By Bagdat's shrines of fretted gold , High - walled gardens green and old ; True Mussulman was I and sworn , For it was in the golden prime , Of good Haroun Alraschid : RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS ...
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... , did I turn away The boat - head down a broad canal From the main river sluiced , where all The sloping of the moon - lit sward Was damask - work , and deep inlay Of braided blooms unmown , which crept Adown to where.
... , did I turn away The boat - head down a broad canal From the main river sluiced , where all The sloping of the moon - lit sward Was damask - work , and deep inlay Of braided blooms unmown , which crept Adown to where.
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Of braided blooms unmown , which crept Adown to where the waters slept . A goodly place , a goodly time , For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid ! IV . A motion from the river won Ridged ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Of braided blooms unmown , which crept Adown to where the waters slept . A goodly place , a goodly time , For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid ! IV . A motion from the river won Ridged ...
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... Adown it floated a dying swan , Which loudly did lament . It was the middle of the day , Ever the weary wind went on , And took the reed - tops as it went . Some blue peaks in the distance rose , And white against the cold - white sky ...
... Adown it floated a dying swan , Which loudly did lament . It was the middle of the day , Ever the weary wind went on , And took the reed - tops as it went . Some blue peaks in the distance rose , And white against the cold - white sky ...
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... With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair ; And still as I comb'd I would sing and say , " Who is it loves me ? who loves not me ? " I would comb my hair till my ringlets would fall , Low adown , low adown , From under my starry.
... With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair ; And still as I comb'd I would sing and say , " Who is it loves me ? who loves not me ? " I would comb my hair till my ringlets would fall , Low adown , low adown , From under my starry.
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Adeline adown ambrosial ARABIAN NIGHTS beauty beneath blow blue breath brow call me early Camelot cheek cloud dark dead Dear mother Ida death deep divine door dream DYING SWAN Earl was fair earth Eleänore Enone evermore eyes faint fall flame floating flowers folds thy grave forlorn gazing golden prime goose green that folds Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard hearken ere heart Heaven Heavily hangs hills hollow kiss Lady Clara Vere Lady of Shalott land lawn Let them rave light Lilian lips live forgotten look'd merman merrily mind moan moon morn night o'er Oriana Queen roll'd rose round saw thro seem'd shadow shallop silent silver sing sleep slowly smile song soul sound spake spirit star stept sweet tears thee thine thou thought throne turret and tree Vere de Vere voice wander weary weep wild wind wold
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