The Poetic and Dramatic Works of Alfred Lord TennysonHoughton Mifflin, 1898 - 887 страница |
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... mother's when she bow'd Above Thee , on that happy morn When angels spake to men aloud , And Thou and peace to earth ... mother's neck , and knows Nothing beyond his mother's eyes ! They comfort him by night and day ; They light his ...
... mother's when she bow'd Above Thee , on that happy morn When angels spake to men aloud , And Thou and peace to earth ... mother's neck , and knows Nothing beyond his mother's eyes ! They comfort him by night and day ; They light his ...
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... Mother , give me grace To help me of my weary load . ' And on the liquid mirror glow'd The clear perfection of her face . 30 ' Is this the form , ' she made her moan , ' That won his praises night and morn ? ' 6 And Ah , ' she said ...
... Mother , give me grace To help me of my weary load . ' And on the liquid mirror glow'd The clear perfection of her face . 30 ' Is this the form , ' she made her moan , ' That won his praises night and morn ? ' 6 And Ah , ' she said ...
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... mother brought To yield consent to my desire : She wish'd me happy , but she thought I might have look'd a little higher ; And I was young too young to wed : ' Yet must I love her for your sake ; Go fetch your Alice here , ' she said ...
... mother brought To yield consent to my desire : She wish'd me happy , but she thought I might have look'd a little higher ; And I was young too young to wed : ' Yet must I love her for your sake ; Go fetch your Alice here , ' she said ...
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... mother Ida , many - fountain'd Ida , Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . For now the noonday quiet holds the hill ; The grasshopper is silent in the grass ; The lizard , with his shadow on the stone , Rests like a shadow , and the ...
... mother Ida , many - fountain'd Ida , Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . For now the noonday quiet holds the hill ; The grasshopper is silent in the grass ; The lizard , with his shadow on the stone , Rests like a shadow , and the ...
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... mother Ida , harken ere I die . On the tree - tops a crested peacock lit , And o'er him flow'd a golden cloud , and lean'd Upon him , slowly dropping fragrant dew . Then first I heard the voice of her to whom Coming thro ' heaven , like ...
... mother Ida , harken ere I die . On the tree - tops a crested peacock lit , And o'er him flow'd a golden cloud , and lean'd Upon him , slowly dropping fragrant dew . Then first I heard the voice of her to whom Coming thro ' heaven , like ...
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