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... looking you may kneel to God . Speak ! is there any of you halt or maim ' d ? I
think you know I have some power with Heaven From my long penance : let him
speak his wish . Yes , I can heal him . Power goes forth ST . SIMEON STYLITES .
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... looking you may kneel to God . Speak ! is there any of you halt or maim ' d ? I
think you know I have some power with Heaven From my long penance : let him
speak his wish . Yes , I can heal him . Power goes forth ST . SIMEON STYLITES .
59.
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If the sense is hard To alien ears , I did not speak to theseNo , not to thee , but to
thyself in me : Hard is my doom and thine : thou knowest it all . Could Love part
thus ? was it not well to speak , To have spoken once ? It could not but be well .
If the sense is hard To alien ears , I did not speak to theseNo , not to thee , but to
thyself in me : Hard is my doom and thine : thou knowest it all . Could Love part
thus ? was it not well to speak , To have spoken once ? It could not but be well .
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And I said , “ My cousin Amy , speak , and speak the truth to me , Trust me ,
cousin , all the current of my being sets to thee . " On her pallid cheek and
forehead came a colour and a light , As I have seen the rosy red flushing in the
northern night ...
And I said , “ My cousin Amy , speak , and speak the truth to me , Trust me ,
cousin , all the current of my being sets to thee . " On her pallid cheek and
forehead came a colour and a light , As I have seen the rosy red flushing in the
northern night ...
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O , LADY Flora , let me speak : A pleasant hour has past away While , dreaming
on your damask cheek , The dewy sister - eyelids lay . As by the lattice you
reclined , I went thro ' many wayward moods To see you dreaming — and ,
behind , A ...
O , LADY Flora , let me speak : A pleasant hour has past away While , dreaming
on your damask cheek , The dewy sister - eyelids lay . As by the lattice you
reclined , I went thro ' many wayward moods To see you dreaming — and ,
behind , A ...
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Said Lady Clare , “ that ye speak so wild ? ” “ As God ' s above , ” said Alice the
nurse , “ I speak the truth : you are my child . “ The old Earl ' s daughter died at my
breast ; I speak the truth , as I live by bread ! I buried her like my own sweet child
...
Said Lady Clare , “ that ye speak so wild ? ” “ As God ' s above , ” said Alice the
nurse , “ I speak the truth : you are my child . “ The old Earl ' s daughter died at my
breast ; I speak the truth , as I live by bread ! I buried her like my own sweet child
...
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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 |