Poems, 1 tomasTicknor and Fields, 1859 - 448 psl. |
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... ancient worth be there ; Then while a sweeter music wakes , ― And through wild March the throstle calls , Where , all about your palace - walls , The sun - lit almond - blossom shakes- Take , Madam , this poor book of song ;
... ancient worth be there ; Then while a sweeter music wakes , ― And through wild March the throstle calls , Where , all about your palace - walls , The sun - lit almond - blossom shakes- Take , Madam , this poor book of song ;
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... melody Of an inward agony , Where Claribel low - lieth . At eve the beetle boometh Athwart the thicket lone : At noon the wild bee hummeth About the mossed headstone : At midnight the moon cometh And looketh down alone .
... melody Of an inward agony , Where Claribel low - lieth . At eve the beetle boometh Athwart the thicket lone : At noon the wild bee hummeth About the mossed headstone : At midnight the moon cometh And looketh down alone .
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... aweary , I would that I were dead ! " V. And ever when the moon was low , And the shrill winds were up and In the white curtain , to and fro , She saw the gusty shadow sway . away , But when the moon was very low , And wild 12 MARIANA .
... aweary , I would that I were dead ! " V. And ever when the moon was low , And the shrill winds were up and In the white curtain , to and fro , She saw the gusty shadow sway . away , But when the moon was very low , And wild 12 MARIANA .
13 psl.
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. But when the moon was very low , And wild winds bound within their cell , The shadow of the poplar fell Upon her bed , across her brow . She only said , " The night is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. But when the moon was very low , And wild winds bound within their cell , The shadow of the poplar fell Upon her bed , across her brow . She only said , " The night is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ...
34 psl.
... wild the waste enormous marsh , Where from the frequent bridge , Like emblems of infinity , The trenched waters run from sky to sky ; Or a garden bowered close With plaited alleys of the trailing rose , Long alleys falling down to ...
... wild the waste enormous marsh , Where from the frequent bridge , Like emblems of infinity , The trenched waters run from sky to sky ; Or a garden bowered close With plaited alleys of the trailing rose , Long alleys falling down to ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON ambrosial beneath blazoned blessed blood blow breast breath brow Camelot cheek cloud cold crown dark dead death deep divine door Dora dream dust earth Edwin Morris 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 Heaven hills hollow hour King King Arthur kiss Lady of Shalott land Let them rave light lips live look mind moon morn move murmur MUSLIN never night o'er Oriana Queen rills Ring rise rose round sang seemed shade shadow shallop SIMEON STYLITES sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spake spikenard spirit star stept summer sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought touch trance unto voice walk wandering weary weep whisper wild wind words
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12 psl. - In the white curtain, to and fro, She saw the gusty shadow sway. But when the moon was very low, And wild winds bound within their cell, The shadow of the poplar fell Upon her bed, across her brow. She only said, " The night is dreary, He cometh not," she said; She said, " I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!