The Works of Alfred Tennyson, Издање 835,Том 2Henry S. King, 1874 |
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... his temples like a God's : And his cheek brighten'd as the foam - bow brightens When the wind blows the foam , and all my heart Went forth to embrace him coming ere he came . " Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . CENONE . II.
... his temples like a God's : And his cheek brighten'd as the foam - bow brightens When the wind blows the foam , and all my heart Went forth to embrace him coming ere he came . " Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . CENONE . II.
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... wind arose , : And overhead the wandering ivy and vine , This way and that , in many a wild festoon Ran riot , garlanding the gnarled boughs With bunch and berry and flower thro ' and thro ' . " O mother Ida , harken ere I die . On the ...
... wind arose , : And overhead the wandering ivy and vine , This way and that , in many a wild festoon Ran riot , garlanding the gnarled boughs With bunch and berry and flower thro ' and thro ' . " O mother Ida , harken ere I die . On the ...
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... wind is blowing in turret and tree . They were together , and she fell ; Therefore revenge became me well . O the Earl was fair to see ! She died she went to burning flame : She mix'd her ancient blood with shame . The wind is howling ...
... wind is blowing in turret and tree . They were together , and she fell ; Therefore revenge became me well . O the Earl was fair to see ! She died she went to burning flame : She mix'd her ancient blood with shame . The wind is howling ...
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... wind is raging in turret and tree . I hated him with the hate of hell , But I loved his beauty passing well . O the Earl was fair to see ! I rose up in the silent night : I made my dagger sharp and bright . The wind is raving in turret ...
... wind is raging in turret and tree . I hated him with the hate of hell , But I loved his beauty passing well . O the Earl was fair to see ! I rose up in the silent night : I made my dagger sharp and bright . The wind is raving in turret ...
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... windy wall . And one , a full - fed river winding slow By herds upon an endless plain , The ragged rims of thunder brooding low , With shadow - streaks of ... wind . And one , a foreground black with stones and slags THE PALACE OF ART . 27.
... windy wall . And one , a full - fed river winding slow By herds upon an endless plain , The ragged rims of thunder brooding low , With shadow - streaks of ... wind . And one , a foreground black with stones and slags THE PALACE OF ART . 27.
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ALFRED TENNYSON answer'd beneath betwixt blessed bold Sir Bedivere breath brows call me early cheek cloud crag crown dark daughter Dear mother Ida death deep Dipt Dora dream drew dropt Earl was fair EDWIN MORRIS Enone ere I die Eustace Excalibur eyes face Fames flowers glad New-year golden goose green hand happy harken ere hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hilt hollow JAMES BONWICK JOHN SAUNDERS King Arthur knew Lady Clara Vere land light lips live look'd Lord Mary moon morn never night o'er Queen ROBERT BUCHANAN roll'd rose round saints SARA COLERIDGE Second Edition seem'd SIMEON STYLITES sleep smile song soul sound spake stars stept stood sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro toil turn'd turret and tree valley Vere de Vere voice weary weep wild wind words
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