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And would they praise the heavens for what they have ? " And I made answer , “
Were there nothing else For which to praise the heavens but only love , That only
love were cause enough for praise . ” Lightly he laugh ' d , as one that read my ...
And would they praise the heavens for what they have ? " And I made answer , “
Were there nothing else For which to praise the heavens but only love , That only
love were cause enough for praise . ” Lightly he laugh ' d , as one that read my ...
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I hardly , with slow steps - - With slow , faint steps , and much exceeding
painHave scrambled past those pits of fire , that still Sing in mine ears . But yield
not me the praise : God only thro ' his bounty hath thought fit Among the powers
and ...
I hardly , with slow steps - - With slow , faint steps , and much exceeding
painHave scrambled past those pits of fire , that still Sing in mine ears . But yield
not me the praise : God only thro ' his bounty hath thought fit Among the powers
and ...
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And all that from the town would stroll , Till that wild wind made work In which the
gloomy brewer ' s soul Went by me , like a stork : TV “ The slight she - slips of
loyal blood , And others , passing praise , Strait - laced , but all - too - full in bud
For ...
And all that from the town would stroll , Till that wild wind made work In which the
gloomy brewer ' s soul Went by me , like a stork : TV “ The slight she - slips of
loyal blood , And others , passing praise , Strait - laced , but all - too - full in bud
For ...
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His little daughter , whose sweet face He kiss ' d , taking his last embrace ,
Becomes dishonour to her race“ His sons grow up that bear his name , Some
grow to honour , some to shame ,But he is chill to praise or blame . “ He will not
hear the ...
His little daughter , whose sweet face He kiss ' d , taking his last embrace ,
Becomes dishonour to her race“ His sons grow up that bear his name , Some
grow to honour , some to shame ,But he is chill to praise or blame . “ He will not
hear the ...
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Death is king , and Vivat Rex ! Tread a measure on the stones , Madam — if I
know your sex , From the fashion of your bones . “ No , I cannot praise the fire In
your eye - nor yet your lip : All the more do I admire Joints of cunning
workmanship .
Death is king , and Vivat Rex ! Tread a measure on the stones , Madam — if I
know your sex , From the fashion of your bones . “ No , I cannot praise the fire In
your eye - nor yet your lip : All the more do I admire Joints of cunning
workmanship .
Шта други кажу - Напишите рецензију
Нисмо пронашли ниједну рецензију на уобичајеним местима.
Друга издања - Прикажи све
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answer Arthur beneath better blow bore born break breath bring child close comes dark 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 King kiss knew Lady land leave light lightly lips live look Lord mind moon morn move nature never night once pain pass praise replied rest ringing rose round sense shade sleep slow song soul sound speak spirit stars summer sweet thee thine things thou thought thro till took touch truth turn unto voice wife wild wind yonder
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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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