The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson |
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... sweet as my sweet ? " * Love , Pride , and Forgetfulness . 240 VII . No ANSWER . 253 Chorus in an Unpublished Drama , written " The mist and the rain , the mist and the very early .... 240 rain . " Lost Hope .... 241 VIII . No ANSWER ...
... sweet as my sweet ? " * Love , Pride , and Forgetfulness . 240 VII . No ANSWER . 253 Chorus in an Unpublished Drama , written " The mist and the rain , the mist and the very early .... 240 rain . " Lost Hope .... 241 VIII . No ANSWER ...
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... sweet heaven , Either at morn or eventide . After the flitting of the bats , When thickest dark did trance the sky , She drew her casement - curtain by , And glanced athwart the glooming flats . She only said , " The night is dreary ...
... sweet heaven , Either at morn or eventide . After the flitting of the bats , When thickest dark did trance the sky , She drew her casement - curtain by , And glanced athwart the glooming flats . She only said , " The night is dreary ...
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... sweet dreams softer than unbroken rest Thou leddest by the hand thine infant Hope . The eddying of her garments caught from thee The light of thy great presence ; and the cope Of the half - attain'd futurity , Though deep not fathomless ...
... sweet dreams softer than unbroken rest Thou leddest by the hand thine infant Hope . The eddying of her garments caught from thee The light of thy great presence ; and the cope Of the half - attain'd futurity , Though deep not fathomless ...
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... sweet showers Of festal flowers , Unto the dwelling she must sway . Well hast thou done , great artist Memory , In setting round thy first experiment With royal frame - work of wrought gold ; Needs must thou dearly love thy first essay ...
... sweet showers Of festal flowers , Unto the dwelling she must sway . Well hast thou done , great artist Memory , In setting round thy first experiment With royal frame - work of wrought gold ; Needs must thou dearly love thy first essay ...
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... sweet is the color of cove and cave , And sweet shall your welcome be : O hither , come hither , and be our lords , For merry brides are we : We will kiss sweet kisses , and speak sweet words : O listen , listen , your eyes shall ...
... sweet is the color of cove and cave , And sweet shall your welcome be : O hither , come hither , and be our lords , For merry brides are we : We will kiss sweet kisses , and speak sweet words : O listen , listen , your eyes shall ...
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answer'd arms Arthur beneath blood blow breath brows Caerleon call'd Camelot child Cloth cloud cres cried Dagonet dark dead dear death deep dream earth Enid ev'n Excalibur eyes face fair fall fear fire flower Gawain Geraint golden Gorlois Guinevere hall hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven holy JOHN S. C. ABBOTT jousts king King Arthur kiss knew Lady Lady of Shalott Lancelot land Lavaine light Limours lips live look look'd lord maid maiden Merlin moon morn mother move never night noble o'er once Queen rode rose round seem'd shadow shame sing Sir Bedivere Sir Lancelot Sir Pelleas sleep smile song soul spake speak spirit star stept stood sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro turn'd vext voice weep wild wind wood words
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Страница 41 - And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea. Where I will heal me of my grievous wound." So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away. But when that moan had past for evermore, The stillness of...
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