Poems: In Two Volumes, Том 1Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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... flow Of subtle - paced counsel in distress , Right to the heart and brain , though undescried , Winning its way with extreme gentleness Through all the outworks of suspicious pride ; A courage to endure and to obey ; A hate of gossip ...
... flow Of subtle - paced counsel in distress , Right to the heart and brain , though undescried , Winning its way with extreme gentleness Through all the outworks of suspicious pride ; A courage to endure and to obey ; A hate of gossip ...
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... flow Fallen silver - chiming , seemed to shake The sparkling flints beneath the prow . A goodly place , a goodly time , For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . VI . Above through many a bowery turn A walk 24 ...
... flow Fallen silver - chiming , seemed to shake The sparkling flints beneath the prow . A goodly place , a goodly time , For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . VI . Above through many a bowery turn A walk 24 ...
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... flow Beside me in my utter woe , Oriana . A weary , weary way I go , Oriana . When Norland winds pipe down the sea , Oriana , I walk , I dare not think of thee , Oriana . Thou liest beneath the greenwood tree , I dare not die and come ...
... flow Beside me in my utter woe , Oriana . A weary , weary way I go , Oriana . When Norland winds pipe down the sea , Oriana , I walk , I dare not think of thee , Oriana . Thou liest beneath the greenwood tree , I dare not die and come ...
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... flows away , So be alone for evermore . " 66 " O cruel heart , " she changed her tone , " And cruel love , whose end is scorn , Is this the end to be left alone , To live forgotten , and die forlorn ! " VII . But sometimes in the ...
... flows away , So be alone for evermore . " 66 " O cruel heart , " she changed her tone , " And cruel love , whose end is scorn , Is this the end to be left alone , To live forgotten , and die forlorn ! " VII . But sometimes in the ...
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... Is nothing sudden , nothing single ; Like two streams of incense free From one censer , in one shrine , Thought and motion mingle , Mingle ever . Motions flow To one another , even as though They were modulated ELEANORE . 87.
... Is nothing sudden , nothing single ; Like two streams of incense free From one censer , in one shrine , Thought and motion mingle , Mingle ever . Motions flow To one another , even as though They were modulated ELEANORE . 87.
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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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