In Memoriam, The Princess, and MaudMethuen & Company, 1902 - 335 psl. |
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... fancy fuses old and new , And flashes into false and true , And mingles all without a plan ? XVII Thou comest , much wept for : such a breeze Compell'd thy canvas , and my prayer Was as the whisper of an air To breathe thee over lonely ...
... fancy fuses old and new , And flashes into false and true , And mingles all without a plan ? XVII Thou comest , much wept for : such a breeze Compell'd thy canvas , and my prayer Was as the whisper of an air To breathe thee over lonely ...
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... Fancy light from Fancy caught , And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought , 15 Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech ; And all we met was fair and good , And all was good that Time could bring , And all the secret of the Spring Moved ...
... Fancy light from Fancy caught , And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought , 15 Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech ; And all we met was fair and good , And all was good that Time could bring , And all the secret of the Spring Moved ...
64 psl.
... fancy's tenderest eddy wreathe , The slightest air of song shall breathe To make the sullen surface crisp . 10 15 5 And look thy look , and go thy way , But blame not thou the winds that make 10 The seeming - wanton ripple break , The ...
... fancy's tenderest eddy wreathe , The slightest air of song shall breathe To make the sullen surface crisp . 10 15 5 And look thy look , and go thy way , But blame not thou the winds that make 10 The seeming - wanton ripple break , The ...
66 psl.
... the sentiment , cf. Measure for Measure , v . i.:- They say best men are moulded out of faults ; And , for the most , become much more the better For being a little bad . 5 10 15 And dare we to this fancy give , That had 66 IN MEMORIAM.
... the sentiment , cf. Measure for Measure , v . i.:- They say best men are moulded out of faults ; And , for the most , become much more the better For being a little bad . 5 10 15 And dare we to this fancy give , That had 66 IN MEMORIAM.
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson John Churton Collins. And dare we to this fancy give , That had the wild oat not been sown , The soil , left barren , scarce had grown The grain by which a man may live ? Oh , if we held the doctrine sound ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson John Churton Collins. And dare we to this fancy give , That had the wild oat not been sown , The soil , left barren , scarce had grown The grain by which a man may live ? Oh , if we held the doctrine sound ...
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