The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon, 1851 - 182 psl. |
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... A long melodious thunder to the sound Of solemn psalms , and silver litanies , The work of Ida , to call down from Heaven A blessing on her labours for the world . Sweet and low , sweet and low , Wind of 52 THE PRINCESS ;
... A long melodious thunder to the sound Of solemn psalms , and silver litanies , The work of Ida , to call down from Heaven A blessing on her labours for the world . Sweet and low , sweet and low , Wind of 52 THE PRINCESS ;
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A Medley Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Sweet and low , sweet and low , Wind of the western sea , Low , low , breathe and blow , Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go , Come from the dying moon , and blow , Blow him again ...
A Medley Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Sweet and low , sweet and low , Wind of the western sea , Low , low , breathe and blow , Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go , Come from the dying moon , and blow , Blow him again ...
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... low , Call'd him worthy to be loved , Truest friend and noblest foe ; Yet she neither spoke nor moved . Stole a ... Sweet my child , I live for thee . ' VI . My dream had never died or lived again A MEDLEY . 135.
... low , Call'd him worthy to be loved , Truest friend and noblest foe ; Yet she neither spoke nor moved . Stole a ... Sweet my child , I live for thee . ' VI . My dream had never died or lived again A MEDLEY . 135.
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... Sweet order lived again with other laws : A kindlier influence reign'd ; and everywhere Low voices with the ministering hand Hung round the sick : the maidens came , they talk'd , They sang , they read : till she not fair , began To ...
... Sweet order lived again with other laws : A kindlier influence reign'd ; and everywhere Low voices with the ministering hand Hung round the sick : the maidens came , they talk'd , They sang , they read : till she not fair , began To ...
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... sweetness up , And slips into the bosom of the lake : So fold thyself , my dearest , thou , and slip Into my bosom and be lost in me . ' I heard her turn the page ; she found a small Sweet Idyl , and once more , as low , she read ...
... sweetness up , And slips into the bosom of the lake : So fold thyself , my dearest , thou , and slip Into my bosom and be lost in me . ' I heard her turn the page ; she found a small Sweet Idyl , and once more , as low , she read ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON answer'd Arac arms ask'd babe betwixt Blow bound in morocco boys brows call'd cataract CHARLES LAMB child cloth cried Cyril dark daughter dead dear death dipt DOVER STREET dream dropt dying EDITION EDWARD MOXON elegantly bound enemies have fall'n enter'd eyes face fair father fight Florian flying follow'd foolscap 8vo gain'd girl glowworm hall hand head hear heard heart Heaven king kiss'd knew Lady Blanche Lady Psyche land light Lilia lips lives look'd maiden maids Melissa morning mother moved night noble o'er ourselves POEMS POETICAL price 16s Prince Princess Princess Ida Psyche's rapt rode roll'd rose sang seem'd sewed shadow shame small 8vo song spake speak spoke star stept stood strange sweet Sweet and low talk'd thee thou thought thro trumpet turn'd vext voice wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Winter's tale woman women Woodcuts
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