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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. In act to throw : but at the last it seem ' d Better
to leave Excalibur conceal ' d There in the many - knotted waterflags , That
whistled stiff and dry about the marge . So strode he back slow to the wounded
king .
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. In act to throw : but at the last it seem ' d Better
to leave Excalibur conceal ' d There in the many - knotted waterflags , That
whistled stiff and dry about the marge . So strode he back slow to the wounded
king .
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I think that I have borne as much as thisOr else I dream — and for so long a time ,
If I may measure time by yon slow light , And this high dial , which my sorrow
crownsSo much - even so . And yet I know not well , For that the evil ones come ...
I think that I have borne as much as thisOr else I dream — and for so long a time ,
If I may measure time by yon slow light , And this high dial , which my sorrow
crownsSo much - even so . And yet I know not well , For that the evil ones come ...
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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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... to speak , To have spoken once ? It could not but be well . The slow sweet
hours that bring us all things good , The slow sad hours that bring us all things ill ,
And all good things from evil , brought the night In which we sat together and
alone ...
... to speak , To have spoken once ? It could not but be well . The slow sweet
hours that bring us all things good , The slow sad hours that bring us all things ill ,
And all good things from evil , brought the night In which we sat together and
alone ...
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Thou hadst not between death and birth Dissolved the riddle of the earth . So
were thy labour little - worth . “ That men with knowledge merely play ' d , I told
thee — hardly nigher made , Tho ' scaling slow from grade to grade ; “ Much less
this ...
Thou hadst not between death and birth Dissolved the riddle of the earth . So
were thy labour little - worth . “ That men with knowledge merely play ' d , I told
thee — hardly nigher made , Tho ' scaling slow from grade to grade ; “ Much less
this ...
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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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