Poems and Essays, Volume 2Chapman and Hall, 1860 - Bookbinding |
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... seems you did, the days That most she loves to talk of, come with me. My brother James is in the harvest-field : But she — you will be welcome — O, come in !'" And Tennyson does more than excel in colloquial poetry. His style throughout ...
... seems you did, the days That most she loves to talk of, come with me. My brother James is in the harvest-field : But she — you will be welcome — O, come in !'" And Tennyson does more than excel in colloquial poetry. His style throughout ...
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... seems you did , the days That most she loves to talk of , come with me . My brother James is in the harvest - field : But she - you will be welcome - O , come in ! " " And Tennyson does more than excel in colloquial poetry . His style ...
... seems you did , the days That most she loves to talk of , come with me . My brother James is in the harvest - field : But she - you will be welcome - O , come in ! " " And Tennyson does more than excel in colloquial poetry . His style ...
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... seems , So careless of the single life ; That I , considering everywhere Her secret meaning in her deeds , And finding that of fifty seeds She often brings but one to bear ; I falter where I firmly trod , And falling with my weight of ...
... seems , So careless of the single life ; That I , considering everywhere Her secret meaning in her deeds , And finding that of fifty seeds She often brings but one to bear ; I falter where I firmly trod , And falling with my weight of ...
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... seems you did , the days That most she loves to talk of , come with me . My brother James is in the harvest - field : But she - you will be welcome - O , come in ! " " And Tennyson does more than excel in colloquial poetry . His style ...
... seems you did , the days That most she loves to talk of , come with me . My brother James is in the harvest - field : But she - you will be welcome - O , come in ! " " And Tennyson does more than excel in colloquial poetry . His style ...
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... seems , So careless of the single life ; That I , considering everywhere Her secret meaning in her deeds , And finding that of fifty seeds She often brings but one to bear ; I falter where I firmly trod , And falling with my weight of ...
... seems , So careless of the single life ; That I , considering everywhere Her secret meaning in her deeds , And finding that of fifty seeds She often brings but one to bear ; I falter where I firmly trod , And falling with my weight of ...
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Page 7 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 459 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Page 7 - COURAGE !" he said, and pointed toward the land, " This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In the afternoon they came unto a land, In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.
Page 372 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Page 7 - The dawn, the dawn,' and died away; And East and West, without a breath, Mixt their dim lights, like life and death, To broaden into boundless day.
Page 7 - Remorsefully regarded thro' his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not words; Then took with care, and kneeling on one knee, O'er both his shoulders drew the languid hands, And rising bore him thro