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EDWARD GRAY . Sweet Emma Moreland of yonder town Met me walking on
yonder way , “ And have you lost your heart ? " she said ; “ And are you married
yet , Edward Gray ? " Sweet Emma Moreland spoke to me : Bitterly weeping I turn
' d ...
EDWARD GRAY . Sweet Emma Moreland of yonder town Met me walking on
yonder way , “ And have you lost your heart ? " she said ; “ And are you married
yet , Edward Gray ? " Sweet Emma Moreland spoke to me : Bitterly weeping I turn
' d ...
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Cruelly came they back to - day : • You ' re too slight and fickle , ' I said , * To
trouble the heart of Edward Gray . ' “ There I put my face in the grassWhisper ' d , “
Listen to my despair : I repent me of all I did : Speak a little , Ellen Adair ! ' “ Then I
...
Cruelly came they back to - day : • You ' re too slight and fickle , ' I said , * To
trouble the heart of Edward Gray . ' “ There I put my face in the grassWhisper ' d , “
Listen to my despair : I repent me of all I did : Speak a little , Ellen Adair ! ' “ Then I
...
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... back to me . “ Bitterly wept I over the stone : Bitterly weeping I turn ' d away :
There lies the body of Ellen Adair ! And there the heart of Edward Gray ! ” WILL
WATERPROOF ' S LYRICAL MONOLOGUE . MADE AT THE EDWARD GRAY .
181.
... back to me . “ Bitterly wept I over the stone : Bitterly weeping I turn ' d away :
There lies the body of Ellen Adair ! And there the heart of Edward Gray ! ” WILL
WATERPROOF ' S LYRICAL MONOLOGUE . MADE AT THE EDWARD GRAY .
181.
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... the table : Half fearful that , with self at strife , I take myself to task ; Lest of the
fullness of my life I leave an empty flask : For I had hope , by something rare , To
prove myself a poet ; But , while I plan and plan , my hair Is gray before I know it .
... the table : Half fearful that , with self at strife , I take myself to task ; Lest of the
fullness of my life I leave an empty flask : For I had hope , by something rare , To
prove myself a poet ; But , while I plan and plan , my hair Is gray before I know it .
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BREAK , break , break , On thy cold gray stones , O Sea ! And I would that my
tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me . O well for the fisherman ' s boy ,
That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad , That he sings in
his ...
BREAK , break , break , On thy cold gray stones , O Sea ! And I would that my
tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me . O well for the fisherman ' s boy ,
That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad , That he sings in
his ...
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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 |
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