Poems: In Two Volumes, Том 1Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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... look on the 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 ...
... look on the 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 ...
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... looks of thine , Shadowy , dreaming Adeline ? Whence that aery bloom of thine , Like a lily which the sun Looks through in his sad decline , And a rose - bush leans upon , Thou that faintly smilest still , As a Naiad in ADELINE.
... looks of thine , Shadowy , dreaming Adeline ? Whence that aery bloom of thine , Like a lily which the sun Looks through in his sad decline , And a rose - bush leans upon , Thou that faintly smilest still , As a Naiad in ADELINE.
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... And ye talk together still , In the language wherewith Spring Letters cowslips on the hill ? Hence that look and smile of thine , Spiritual Adeline . VOL .I . 4 A CHARACTER . I. WITH a half - glance upon ADELINE . 41.
... And ye talk together still , In the language wherewith Spring Letters cowslips on the hill ? Hence that look and smile of thine , Spiritual Adeline . VOL .I . 4 A CHARACTER . I. WITH a half - glance upon ADELINE . 41.
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... place , Oriana ; But I was down upon my face , Oriana . They should have stabbed me where I lay , Oriana ! How could I rise and come away , Oriana ? : How could I look upon the day ? They should THE BALLAD OF ORIANA . 59.
... place , Oriana ; But I was down upon my face , Oriana . They should have stabbed me where I lay , Oriana ! How could I rise and come away , Oriana ? : How could I look upon the day ? They should THE BALLAD OF ORIANA . 59.
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In Two Volumes Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. How could I look upon the day ? They should have stabbed me where I lay , Oriana - - They should have trod me into clay , Oriana . O ! breaking heart that will not break , Oriana ; O ! pale ...
In Two Volumes Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. How could I look upon the day ? They should have stabbed me where I lay , Oriana - - They should have trod me into clay , Oriana . O ! breaking heart that will not break , Oriana ; O ! pale ...
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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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