The Works of Alfred Tennyson, Издање 835,Том 2Henry S. King, 1874 |
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... Heaven , like a light that grows Larger and clearer , with one mind the Gods Rise up for reverence . She to Paris made Proffer of royal power , ample rule Unquestion'd , overflowing revenue Wherewith to embellish state , from many a ...
... Heaven , like a light that grows Larger and clearer , with one mind the Gods Rise up for reverence . She to Paris made Proffer of royal power , ample rule Unquestion'd , overflowing revenue Wherewith to embellish state , from many a ...
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... Heaven's Queen , Paris , to thee king - born , A shepherd all thy life but yet king - born , Should come most welcome , seeing men , in Only , are likest Gods , who have attain'd Rest in a happy place and quiet seats Above the thunder ...
... Heaven's Queen , Paris , to thee king - born , A shepherd all thy life but yet king - born , Should come most welcome , seeing men , in Only , are likest Gods , who have attain'd Rest in a happy place and quiet seats Above the thunder ...
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... Heaven , how canst thou see my face ? O happy earth , how canst thou bear my weight ? O death , death , death , thou ever - floating cloud , There are enough unhappy on this earth , die . Pass by the happy souls , that love 18 CENONE .
... Heaven , how canst thou see my face ? O happy earth , how canst thou bear my weight ? O death , death , death , thou ever - floating cloud , There are enough unhappy on this earth , die . Pass by the happy souls , that love 18 CENONE .
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... heaven ; and clapt her hands and cried , " I marvel if my still delight In this great house so royal - rich , and wide , Be flatter'd to the height . " O all things fair to sate my various eyes 32 THE PALACE OF ART .
... heaven ; and clapt her hands and cried , " I marvel if my still delight In this great house so royal - rich , and wide , Be flatter'd to the height . " O all things fair to sate my various eyes 32 THE PALACE OF ART .
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... heavens above us bent The gardener Adam and his wife . Smile at the claims of long descent . Howe'er it be , it seems to me , ' Tis only noble to be good . Kind hearts are more than coronets , And simple faith than Norman blood . I know ...
... heavens above us bent The gardener Adam and his wife . Smile at the claims of long descent . Howe'er it be , it seems to me , ' Tis only noble to be good . Kind hearts are more than coronets , And simple faith than Norman blood . I know ...
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