Poems: In Two Volumes, Том 1Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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... • ELEANORE • • • • THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER FATIMA . CENONE THE SISTERS ΤΟ THE PALACE OF ART · · LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE · • · THE MAY QUEEN : NEW YEAR'S EVE CONCLUSION · • break . sing will Valley Col. Higher Panther THE vi CONTENTS .
... • ELEANORE • • • • THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER FATIMA . CENONE THE SISTERS ΤΟ THE PALACE OF ART · · LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE · • · THE MAY QUEEN : NEW YEAR'S EVE CONCLUSION · • break . sing will Valley Col. Higher Panther THE vi CONTENTS .
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In Two Volumes Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. • break . sing will Valley Col. Higher Panther THE LOTOS - EATERS A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN MARGARET THE BLACKBIRD CONTENTS . THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR . TO J. S .. " YOU ASK ME WHY , THOUGH ILL ...
In Two Volumes Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. • break . sing will Valley Col. Higher Panther THE LOTOS - EATERS A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN MARGARET THE BLACKBIRD CONTENTS . THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR . TO J. S .. " YOU ASK ME WHY , THOUGH ILL ...
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... breaking of the light , Wrestled with wandering Israel , Past Yabbok brook the lingering night , And heaven's mazed signs stood still In the dim tract of Penuel . MADELINE . THOU art not steeped in golden languors , 16 ΤΟ.
... breaking of the light , Wrestled with wandering Israel , Past Yabbok brook the lingering night , And heaven's mazed signs stood still In the dim tract of Penuel . MADELINE . THOU art not steeped in golden languors , 16 ΤΟ.
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... breaks and dances ; When I would kiss thy hand , The flush of angered shame O'erflows thy calmer glances , And o'er black brows drops down A sudden - curved frown : But when I turn away , Thou , willing me to stay , Wooest not , nor ...
... breaks and dances ; When I would kiss thy hand , The flush of angered shame O'erflows thy calmer glances , And o'er black brows drops down A sudden - curved frown : But when I turn away , Thou , willing me to stay , Wooest not , nor ...
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... breaking heart that will not break , Oriana ; O ! pale , pale face so sweet and meek , Oriana . Thou smilest , but thou dost not speak , And then the tears run down my cheek , Oriana : What wantest thou ? whom dost thou seek , Oriana ...
... breaking heart that will not break , Oriana ; O ! pale , pale face so sweet and meek , Oriana . Thou smilest , but thou dost not speak , And then the tears run down my cheek , Oriana : What wantest thou ? whom dost thou seek , Oriana ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON beneath blazoned blood blow breast breath brow Camelot cheek cloud cold crown dark dead Dear mother Ida death deep divine door Dora dream dust earth Edwin Morris Eleänore Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face fair faith fall flower folds gloom golden prime grave green grief hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart hearts of flame Heaven hills hollow hour King King Arthur kiss Lady of Shalott land Let them rave light lips live look mind moon morn murmur never night o'er Oriana Queen red West Ring rose round sang seemed shade shadow shallop shore SIMEON STYLITES sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spake spikenard spirit star stept sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought unto voice wandering wave weary weep whisper wild wind words
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