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THE TWO VOICES . A still small voice spake unto me , “ Thou art so full of misery
, Were it not better not to be ? ' Then to the still small voice I said ; “ Let me not
cast in endless shade What is so wonderfully made . ” To which the voice did
urge ...
THE TWO VOICES . A still small voice spake unto me , “ Thou art so full of misery
, Were it not better not to be ? ' Then to the still small voice I said ; “ Let me not
cast in endless shade What is so wonderfully made . ” To which the voice did
urge ...
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Why inch by inch to darkness crawl ? There is one remedy for all . ” “ O dull , one -
sided voice , ” said I , “ Wilt thou make everything a lie , To flatter me that I may die
? VOL . II . “ I know that age to age succeeds , Blowing THE TWO VOICES .
Why inch by inch to darkness crawl ? There is one remedy for all . ” “ O dull , one -
sided voice , ” said I , “ Wilt thou make everything a lie , To flatter me that I may die
? VOL . II . “ I know that age to age succeeds , Blowing THE TWO VOICES .
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... touches me with mystic gleams , Like glimpses of forgotten dreams “ Of
something felt , like something here ; Of something done , I know not where ;
Such as no language may declare . " The still voice laugh ' d . “ I talk THE TWO
VOICES .
... touches me with mystic gleams , Like glimpses of forgotten dreams “ Of
something felt , like something here ; Of something done , I know not where ;
Such as no language may declare . " The still voice laugh ' d . “ I talk THE TWO
VOICES .
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These three made unity so sweet , My frozen heart began to beat , Remembering
its ancient heat . I blest them , and they wander ' d on : I spoke , but answer came
there none : The dull and bitter voice was gone . A second voice was at mine ...
These three made unity so sweet , My frozen heart began to beat , Remembering
its ancient heat . I blest them , and they wander ' d on : I spoke , but answer came
there none : The dull and bitter voice was gone . A second voice was at mine ...
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Like an Æolian harp that wakes No certain air , but overtakes Far thought with
music that it makes : Such seem ' d the whisper at my side : “ What is it thou
knowest , sweet voice ? ” I cried . “ A hidden hope , ” the voice replied : So
heavenly ...
Like an Æolian harp that wakes No certain air , but overtakes Far thought with
music that it makes : Such seem ' d the whisper at my side : “ What is it thou
knowest , sweet voice ? ” I cried . “ A hidden hope , ” the voice replied : So
heavenly ...
Шта други кажу - Напишите рецензију
Нисмо пронашли ниједну рецензију на уобичајеним местима.
Друга издања - Прикажи све
Чести термини и фразе
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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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