Poems, Том 1E. Moxon, 1846 - 235 страница |
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... the solemn oaktree sigheth , Thick - leaved , ambrosial , With an ancient melody Of an inward agony , Where Claribel low - lieth At eve the beetle boometh Athwart the thicket lone : 1 At noon the wild bee hummeth About the moss'd headstone.
... the solemn oaktree sigheth , Thick - leaved , ambrosial , With an ancient melody Of an inward agony , Where Claribel low - lieth At eve the beetle boometh Athwart the thicket lone : 1 At noon the wild bee hummeth About the moss'd headstone.
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. At noon the wild bee hummeth About the moss'd headstone : At midnight the moon cometh , And looketh down alone . Her song the lintwhite swelleth , The clear - voiced mavis dwelleth , The fledgling throstle ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. At noon the wild bee hummeth About the moss'd headstone : At midnight the moon cometh , And looketh down alone . Her song the lintwhite swelleth , The clear - voiced mavis dwelleth , The fledgling throstle ...
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... wild winds bound within their cell , The shadow of the poplar fell Upon her bed , across her brow . She only said , " The night is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ; She said , " I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ! " VI ...
... wild winds bound within their cell , The shadow of the poplar fell Upon her bed , across her brow . She only said , " The night is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ; She said , " I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ! " VI ...
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... wild the waste enormous marsh , Where from the frequent bridge , Like emblems of infinity , The trenched waters run from sky to sky ; Or a garden bower'd close With plaited alleys of the trailing rose , Long alleys falling down to ...
... wild the waste enormous marsh , Where from the frequent bridge , Like emblems of infinity , The trenched waters run from sky to sky ; Or a garden bower'd close With plaited alleys of the trailing rose , Long alleys falling down to ...
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... wild - bird's din . In the heart of the garden the merry bird chants , It would fall to the ground if you came in . In the middle leaps a fountain Like sheet lightning , Ever brightening With a low melodious thunder ; All day and all ...
... wild - bird's din . In the heart of the garden the merry bird chants , It would fall to the ground if you came in . In the middle leaps a fountain Like sheet lightning , Ever brightening With a low melodious thunder ; All day and all ...
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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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