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... looking through and through me Thoroughly to undo me, Smiling, never
speaks: So innocent-arch, so cunning-simple, From beneath her gathered
wimple Glancing with black-beaded eyes, Till the lightning laughters dimple The
baby-roses ...
... looking through and through me Thoroughly to undo me, Smiling, never
speaks: So innocent-arch, so cunning-simple, From beneath her gathered
wimple Glancing with black-beaded eyes, Till the lightning laughters dimple The
baby-roses ...
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... A clear stream flowing with a muddy one, Till in its onward current it absorbs
With swifter movement and in purer light The vexed eddies of its wayward brother
: A leaning and upbearing parasite, Clothing the stem, which else had fallen quite
, ...
... A clear stream flowing with a muddy one, Till in its onward current it absorbs
With swifter movement and in purer light The vexed eddies of its wayward brother
: A leaning and upbearing parasite, Clothing the stem, which else had fallen quite
, ...
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Upon the middle of the night, Waking she heard the night-fowl crow: The cock
sung out an hour ere light: From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her : without
hope of change, In sleep she seemed to walk forlorn, Till cold winds woke the ...
Upon the middle of the night, Waking she heard the night-fowl crow: The cock
sung out an hour ere light: From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her : without
hope of change, In sleep she seemed to walk forlorn, Till cold winds woke the ...
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The fourscore windows all alight As with the quintessence of flame, A million
tapers flaring bright From twisted silvers looked to shame The hollow-vaulted
dark, and streamed Upon the mooned domes aloof In inmost Bagdat, till there
seemed ...
The fourscore windows all alight As with the quintessence of flame, A million
tapers flaring bright From twisted silvers looked to shame The hollow-vaulted
dark, and streamed Upon the mooned domes aloof In inmost Bagdat, till there
seemed ...
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And vagrant melodies the winds which bore Them earthward till they lit; Then,
like the arrow-seeds of the field-flower, The fruitful wit, Cleaving, took root, and
springing forth anew Where'er they fell, behold, Like to the mother o in
semblance, ...
And vagrant melodies the winds which bore Them earthward till they lit; Then,
like the arrow-seeds of the field-flower, The fruitful wit, Cleaving, took root, and
springing forth anew Where'er they fell, behold, Like to the mother o in
semblance, ...
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Страница 183 - Myself not least, but honored of them all, — And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
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Страница 140 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Страница 155 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
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| Наслов | the poetical works of alfred tennyson |
| Аутор | alfred tennyson |
| Издао/ла | 1862 |
| Оригинал из | Универзитет у Мичигену |
| Дигитализовано | 17 феб 2006 |
| Извоз навода | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |