The Poetic and Dramatic Works of Alfred Lord TennysonHoughton Mifflin, 1898 - 887 страница |
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... once , and by degrees May into uncongenial spirits flow ; Even as the warm gulf - stream of Florida Floats far away into the Northern seas The lavish growths of southern Mexico . Peal after peal , the British battle broke , Lulling the ...
... once , and by degrees May into uncongenial spirits flow ; Even as the warm gulf - stream of Florida Floats far away into the Northern seas The lavish growths of southern Mexico . Peal after peal , the British battle broke , Lulling the ...
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... once had power to rob it of content . A moment came the tenderness of tears , The phantom of a wish that once could move , A ghost of passion that no smiles re- store For ah ! the slight coquette , she cannot love , And if you kiss'd ...
... once had power to rob it of content . A moment came the tenderness of tears , The phantom of a wish that once could move , A ghost of passion that no smiles re- store For ah ! the slight coquette , she cannot love , And if you kiss'd ...
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... once , or seem'd to start in pain , Resolved on noble things , and strove to speak , As when a great thought strikes along the brain And flushes all the cheek . And once my arm was lifted to hew down A cavalier from off his saddle - bow ...
... once , or seem'd to start in pain , Resolved on noble things , and strove to speak , As when a great thought strikes along the brain And flushes all the cheek . And once my arm was lifted to hew down A cavalier from off his saddle - bow ...
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... once they drew into two burning rings All beams of Love , melting the mighty hearts Of captains and of kings . Slowly my sense undazzled . Then I heard A noise of some one coming thro ' the lawn , And singing clearer than the crested ...
... once they drew into two burning rings All beams of Love , melting the mighty hearts Of captains and of kings . Slowly my sense undazzled . Then I heard A noise of some one coming thro ' the lawn , And singing clearer than the crested ...
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... once ; 40 A woman like a butt , and harsh as crabs . John . O , yet but I remember , ten years back - ' Tis now at least ten years — and then she was - You could not light upon a sweeter thing ; A body slight and round , and like a pear ...
... once ; 40 A woman like a butt , and harsh as crabs . John . O , yet but I remember , ten years back - ' Tis now at least ten years — and then she was - You could not light upon a sweeter thing ; A body slight and round , and like a pear ...
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