Poems: In Two Volumes, Том 1Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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... BROUGHT THE GOOSE . THE EPIC • • • MORTE D'ARTHUR THE GARDENER'S DAUGHTER DORA • AUDLEY COURT · WALKING TO THE MAIL ST . SIMEON STYLITES • • THE SEA - FAIRIES . • THE DESERTED HOUSE • • EDWIN MORRIS ; OR , THE LAKE • TO - AFTER READING ...
... BROUGHT THE GOOSE . THE EPIC • • • MORTE D'ARTHUR THE GARDENER'S DAUGHTER DORA • AUDLEY COURT · WALKING TO THE MAIL ST . SIMEON STYLITES • • THE SEA - FAIRIES . • THE DESERTED HOUSE • • EDWIN MORRIS ; OR , THE LAKE • TO - AFTER READING ...
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... brought , Moulded thy baby thought . Far off from human neighborhood , Thou wert born , on a summer morn , A mile beneath the cedar - wood . Thy bounteous forehead was not fanned With breezes from our oaken glades , But thou wert nursed ...
... brought , Moulded thy baby thought . Far off from human neighborhood , Thou wert born , on a summer morn , A mile beneath the cedar - wood . Thy bounteous forehead was not fanned With breezes from our oaken glades , But thou wert nursed ...
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... it was - half - sly , half - shy , You would , and would not , little one ! Although I pleaded tenderly , And you and I were all alone . And slowly was my mother brought To yield consent to THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER . 97.
... it was - half - sly , half - shy , You would , and would not , little one ! Although I pleaded tenderly , And you and I were all alone . And slowly was my mother brought To yield consent to THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER . 97.
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In Two Volumes Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. And slowly was my mother brought To yield consent to my desire : She wished me happy , but she thought I might have looked a little higher ; And I was young - - too young to wed : " Yet must ...
In Two Volumes Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. And slowly was my mother brought To yield consent to my desire : She wished me happy , but she thought I might have looked a little higher ; And I was young - - too young to wed : " Yet must ...
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... brought us pain , That loss but made us love the more , With farther lookings on . The kiss , The woven arms , seem but to be Weak symbols of the settled bliss , The comfort , I have found in thee : But that God bless thee , dear who ...
... brought us pain , That loss but made us love the more , With farther lookings on . The kiss , The woven arms , seem but to be Weak symbols of the settled bliss , The comfort , I have found in thee : But that God bless thee , dear who ...
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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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