Poems: In Two Volumes, Том 1Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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... ISABEL MARIANA 5 7 10 ΤΟ 15 MADELINE SONG . THE OWL 17 .20 SECOND SONG . TO THE SAME 21 RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS . 22 ODE TO MEMORY 30 SONG ADELINE A CHARACTER . 36 .38 42 THE POET THE POET'S MIND THE DYING SWAN Pago 41.
... ISABEL MARIANA 5 7 10 ΤΟ 15 MADELINE SONG . THE OWL 17 .20 SECOND SONG . TO THE SAME 21 RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS . 22 ODE TO MEMORY 30 SONG ADELINE A CHARACTER . 36 .38 42 THE POET THE POET'S MIND THE DYING SWAN Pago 41.
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In Two Volumes Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. THE POET THE POET'S MIND THE DYING SWAN Pago 41 48 50 53 • · • · 50 A DIRGE · LOVE AND DEATH · • • · THE BALLAD OF ORIANA CIRCUMSTANCE THE MERMAN THE MERMAID SONNET TO J. M. K. • THE LADY OF ...
In Two Volumes Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. THE POET THE POET'S MIND THE DYING SWAN Pago 41 48 50 53 • · • · 50 A DIRGE · LOVE AND DEATH · • • · THE BALLAD OF ORIANA CIRCUMSTANCE THE MERMAN THE MERMAID SONNET TO J. M. K. • THE LADY OF ...
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... mind , Because they are the earliest of the year . ) Nor was the night thy shroud . In 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 ...
... mind , Because they are the earliest of the year . ) Nor was the night thy shroud . In 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 ...
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... mind , And those whom passion had not blinded , Subtle - thoughted , myriad - minded , My friend , with you to live alone , Methinks were better than to own A crown , a sceptre , and a throne . O strengthen me , enlighten me ! I faint ...
... mind , And those whom passion had not blinded , Subtle - thoughted , myriad - minded , My friend , with you to live alone , Methinks were better than to own A crown , a sceptre , and a throne . O strengthen me , enlighten me ! I faint ...
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... mind , Some spirit of a crimson rose In love with thee forgets to close His curtains , wasting odorous sighs All night long on darkness blind . What aileth thee ? whom waitest thou With thy softened , shadowed brow , And those dew - lit ...
... mind , Some spirit of a crimson rose In love with thee forgets to close His curtains , wasting odorous sighs All night long on darkness blind . What aileth thee ? whom waitest thou With thy softened , shadowed brow , And those dew - lit ...
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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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