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Full of his bliss , and following her dark eyes Felt earth as air beneath me , till I
reach ' d The wicket - gate , and found her standing there . There sat we down
upon a garden mound , Two mutually enfolded ; Love , the third , Between us , in
the ...
Full of his bliss , and following her dark eyes Felt earth as air beneath me , till I
reach ' d The wicket - gate , and found her standing there . There sat we down
upon a garden mound , Two mutually enfolded ; Love , the third , Between us , in
the ...
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And days went on , and there was born a boy To William ; then distresses came
on him ; And day by day he pass ' d his father ' s gate , Heart - broken , and his
father help ' d him not . But Dora stored what little she could save , And sent it
them ...
And days went on , and there was born a boy To William ; then distresses came
on him ; And day by day he pass ' d his father ' s gate , Heart - broken , and his
father help ' d him not . But Dora stored what little she could save , And sent it
them ...
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... I found him garrulously given , A babbler in the land . VII . But since h heard
him make reply Is many a weary hour ; " Twere well to question him , and try If yet
he keeps the power . VOL . II . THE TALKING OAK . Once more the gate behind
me ...
... I found him garrulously given , A babbler in the land . VII . But since h heard
him make reply Is many a weary hour ; " Twere well to question him , and try If yet
he keeps the power . VOL . II . THE TALKING OAK . Once more the gate behind
me ...
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Once more the gate behind me falls ; Once more before my face I see the
moulder ' d Abbey - walls , That stand within the chace . Beyond the lodge the city
lies , Beneath its drift of smoke ; And ah ! with what delighted eyes I turn to yonder
oak .
Once more the gate behind me falls ; Once more before my face I see the
moulder ' d Abbey - walls , That stand within the chace . Beyond the lodge the city
lies , Beneath its drift of smoke ; And ah ! with what delighted eyes I turn to yonder
oak .
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... the neighbours when they call , It is not bad but good land , And in it is the germ
of all That grows within the woodland . O had I lived when song was great In days
of old Amphion , And ta ' en my fiddle to the gate , Nor cared for seed or scion !
... the neighbours when they call , It is not bad but good land , And in it is the germ
of all That grows within the woodland . O had I lived when song was great In days
of old Amphion , And ta ' en my fiddle to the gate , Nor cared for seed or scion !
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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 |
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