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The great brand Made lightnings in the splendour of the moon , And flashing
round and round , and whirl ' d in an arch , Shot like a streamer of the northern
morn , Seen where the moving isles of winter shock By night , with noises of the ...
The great brand Made lightnings in the splendour of the moon , And flashing
round and round , and whirl ' d in an arch , Shot like a streamer of the northern
morn , Seen where the moving isles of winter shock By night , with noises of the ...
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... When every morning brought a noble chance , And every chance brought out a
noble knight . Such times have been not since the light that led The holy Elders
with the gift of myrrh . But now the whole ROUND TABLE is dissolved Which was
...
... When every morning brought a noble chance , And every chance brought out a
noble knight . Such times have been not since the light that led The holy Elders
with the gift of myrrh . But now the whole ROUND TABLE is dissolved Which was
...
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And the days darken round me , and the years , Among new men , strange faces ,
other minds . " And slowly answer ' d Arthur from the barge : “ The old order
changeth , yielding place to new , And God fulfils himself in many ways , Lest one
...
And the days darken round me , and the years , Among new men , strange faces ,
other minds . " And slowly answer ' d Arthur from the barge : “ The old order
changeth , yielding place to new , And God fulfils himself in many ways , Lest one
...
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I wish ' d myself the fair young beech That here beside me stands , That round me
, clasping each in each , She might have lock ' d her hands . XXXVII . “ Yet seem '
d the pressure thrice as sweet As woodbine ' s fragile hold , Or when I feel ...
I wish ' d myself the fair young beech That here beside me stands , That round me
, clasping each in each , She might have lock ' d her hands . XXXVII . “ Yet seem '
d the pressure thrice as sweet As woodbine ' s fragile hold , Or when I feel ...
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O yes , she wander ' d round and round These knotted knees of mine , And found
, and kiss ' d the name she found , And sweetly murmur ' d thine . XLI . “ A
teardrop trembled from its source , And down my surface crept . My sense of
touch is ...
O yes , she wander ' d round and round These knotted knees of mine , And found
, and kiss ' d the name she found , And sweetly murmur ' d thine . XLI . “ A
teardrop trembled from its source , And down my surface crept . My sense of
touch is ...
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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 |