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Ancient founts of inspiration well thro ' all my fancy yet . Howsoever these things
be , a long farewell to Locksley Hall ! Now for me the woods may wither , now for
me the rooftree fall . Comes a vapour from the margin , blackening over heath ...
Ancient founts of inspiration well thro ' all my fancy yet . Howsoever these things
be , a long farewell to Locksley Hall ! Now for me the woods may wither , now for
me the rooftree fall . Comes a vapour from the margin , blackening over heath ...
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... A summer crisp with shining woods . And I too dream ' d , until at last Across my
fancy , brooding warm , The reflex of a legend past , And loosely settled into form
. And would you have the thought I had , And THE DAY-DREAM PROLOGUE.
... A summer crisp with shining woods . And I too dream ' d , until at last Across my
fancy , brooding warm , The reflex of a legend past , And loosely settled into form
. And would you have the thought I had , And THE DAY-DREAM PROLOGUE.
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So much your eyes my fancy takeBe still the first to leap to light That I might kiss
those eyes awake ! For , am I right or am I wrong , To choose your own you did
not care ; You ' d have my moral from the song , And I will take my pleasure there
...
So much your eyes my fancy takeBe still the first to leap to light That I might kiss
those eyes awake ! For , am I right or am I wrong , To choose your own you did
not care ; You ' d have my moral from the song , And I will take my pleasure there
...
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But whither would my fancy go ? 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 ...
But whither would my fancy go ? 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 ...
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Fish are we that love the mud , Rising to no fancy - flies . “ Name and fame ! to fly
sublime Thro ' the courts , the camps , the schools , Is to be the ball of Time ,
Bandied in the hands of fools . “ Friendship ! — to be two in oneLet the 218 THE ...
Fish are we that love the mud , Rising to no fancy - flies . “ Name and fame ! to fly
sublime Thro ' the courts , the camps , the schools , Is to be the ball of Time ,
Bandied in the hands of fools . “ Friendship ! — to be two in oneLet the 218 THE ...
Шта други кажу - Напишите рецензију
Нисмо пронашли ниједну рецензију на уобичајеним местима.
Друга издања - Прикажи све
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Библиографски подаци
| Наслов | Poems, Том 2 Poems, Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) Poems, Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson |
| Аутор | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson |
| Издање | 2 |
| Издавач | Edward Moxon, Dover Street., 1843 |
| Оригинал из | Универзитет Оксфорд |
| Дигитализовано | 9 авг 2006 |
| Дужина | 231 страница |
| Извоз навода | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |