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All grass of silky feather grow And while he sinks or swells The full south - breeze
around thee blow The sound of minster bells . LXIX . The fat earth feed thy
branchy root , That under deeply strikes ! The northern morning o ' er thee shoot ...
All grass of silky feather grow And while he sinks or swells The full south - breeze
around thee blow The sound of minster bells . LXIX . The fat earth feed thy
branchy root , That under deeply strikes ! The northern morning o ' er thee shoot ...
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... hand , He answer ' d , “ Ride you naked thro ' the town , And I repeal it ; ” and
nodding , as in scorn , He parted , with great strides among his dogs . So left
alone , the passions of her mind , As winds from all the compass shift and blow ,
Made ...
... hand , He answer ' d , “ Ride you naked thro ' the town , And I repeal it ; ” and
nodding , as in scorn , He parted , with great strides among his dogs . So left
alone , the passions of her mind , As winds from all the compass shift and blow ,
Made ...
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I wept , “ Tho ' I should die , I know That all about the thorn will blow In tufts of rosy
- tinted snow ; “ And men , thro ' novel spheres of thought Still moving after truth
long sought , Will learn new things when I am not . ” “ Yet , ” said the secret voice
...
I wept , “ Tho ' I should die , I know That all about the thorn will blow In tufts of rosy
- tinted snow ; “ And men , thro ' novel spheres of thought Still moving after truth
long sought , Will learn new things when I am not . ” “ Yet , ” said the secret voice
...
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And make her dance attendance ; Blow , flute , and stir the stiff - set sprigs , And
scirrhous roots and tendons . ' Tis vain ! in such a brassy age I could not move a
thistle ; The very sparrows in the hedge Scarce answer to my whistle ; Or at the ...
And make her dance attendance ; Blow , flute , and stir the stiff - set sprigs , And
scirrhous roots and tendons . ' Tis vain ! in such a brassy age I could not move a
thistle ; The very sparrows in the hedge Scarce answer to my whistle ; Or at the ...
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How out of place she makes The violet of a legend blow Among the chops and
steaks ! ' Tis but a steward of the can , One shade more plump than common ; As
just and mere a serving - man As any , born of woman . I ranged too high : what ...
How out of place she makes The violet of a legend blow Among the chops and
steaks ! ' Tis but a steward of the can , One shade more plump than common ; As
just and mere a serving - man As any , born of woman . I ranged too high : what ...
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answer Arthur beneath better blow bore born break breath bring child close comes dark dead death deep Dora dream earth eyes face fair fall fancy father's fear field flower folded gate golden gone gray grew grow half Hall hand happy hard head hear heard heart Heaven hold hope hour keep King kiss knees Lady land leave light lightly lips live look Lord mind moon morn mother move nature never night once pain replied rest ringing rose round sense sleep slow song soul sound speak spirit stars summer sweet thee thine things thou thought thro till took touch truth turn unto voice wife wind yonder
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| Наслов | Poems, Том 2 Poems, Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) |
| Аутор | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) |
| Издање | 2 |
| Издао/ла | 1843 |
| Оригинал из | Универзитет Оксфорд |
| Дигитализовано | 9 авг 2006 |
| Извоз навода | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |