Poems: In Two Volumes, Том 1Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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... the surly village - churls , And the red cloaks of market - girls , Pass onward from Shalott . Sometimes a troop of damsels glad , An abbot on an ambling pad 6 Sometimes a curly shepherd - lad , Or long - THE LADY OF SHALOTT . 73.
... the surly village - churls , And the red cloaks of market - girls , Pass onward from Shalott . Sometimes a troop of damsels glad , An abbot on an ambling pad 6 Sometimes a curly shepherd - lad , Or long - THE LADY OF SHALOTT . 73.
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... pass , And runlets babbling down the glen . She breathed in sleep a lower moan , And murmuring , as at night and morn , She thought , " My spirit is here alone , Walks forgotten , and is forlorn . " V. Dreaming , she knew it was a dream ...
... pass , And runlets babbling down the glen . She breathed in sleep a lower moan , And murmuring , as at night and morn , She thought , " My spirit is here alone , Walks forgotten , and is forlorn . " V. Dreaming , she knew it was a dream ...
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... pass the door , To look at her with slight , and say , " But now thy beauty 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 ...
... pass the door , To look at her with slight , and say , " But now thy beauty 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 ...
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... - angered with my happy lot , The day , when in the chestnut shade I found the blue Forget - me - not . Love that hath us in the net , Can he pass , and we forget ? Many suns arise and set . Many a chance the 100 THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER .
... - angered with my happy lot , The day , when in the chestnut shade I found the blue Forget - me - not . Love that hath us in the net , Can he pass , and we forget ? Many suns arise and set . Many a chance the 100 THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER .
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... how canst thou see my face ? O happy earth , how canst thou bear my weight ? O death , death , death , thou ever - floating cloud , There are enough unhappy on this earth ; Pass by the happy souls , that love to live 116 CENONE .
... how canst thou see my face ? O happy earth , how canst thou bear my weight ? O death , death , death , thou ever - floating cloud , There are enough unhappy on this earth ; Pass by the happy souls , that love to live 116 CENONE .
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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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