The Poetic and Dramatic Works of Alfred Lord TennysonHoughton, Mifflin, 1899 - 960 psl. |
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... look'd sad and strange : Unlifted was the clinking latch ; Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange . 10 She only said , ' My life is dreary . He cometh not , ' she said ; She said , ' I am aweary , aweary , I ...
... look'd sad and strange : Unlifted was the clinking latch ; Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange . 10 She only said , ' My life is dreary . He cometh not , ' she said ; She said , ' I am aweary , aweary , I ...
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... look'd down to Camelot . Out flew the web and floated wide ; The mirror crack'd from side to side , ' The curse is come upon me , ' cried The Lady of Shalott , PART IV In the stormy east - wind straining , 34 THE LADY OF SHALOTT AND ...
... look'd down to Camelot . Out flew the web and floated wide ; The mirror crack'd from side to side , ' The curse is come upon me , ' cried The Lady of Shalott , PART IV In the stormy east - wind straining , 34 THE LADY OF SHALOTT AND ...
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... all alone . 138 And slowly was my mother brought To yield consent to my desire : She wish'd me happy , but she thought I might have look'd a little higher ; It is the miller's daughter , And she is grown THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER 45.
... all alone . 138 And slowly was my mother brought To yield consent to my desire : She wish'd me happy , but she thought I might have look'd a little higher ; It is the miller's daughter , And she is grown THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER 45.
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... look'd upon your face , As near this door you sat apart , And rose , and , with a silent grace Approaching , press'd you heart to heart . Ah , well - but sing the foolish song I gave you , Alice , on the day When , arm in arm , we went ...
... look'd upon your face , As near this door you sat apart , And rose , and , with a silent grace Approaching , press'd you heart to heart . Ah , well - but sing the foolish song I gave you , Alice , on the day When , arm in arm , we went ...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. I look'd athwart the burning drouth The long brock falling thro ' the cloven Of that long desert to the south . With rosy slender fingers backward drew " Self - reverence. Last night , when some one spoke ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. I look'd athwart the burning drouth The long brock falling thro ' the cloven Of that long desert to the south . With rosy slender fingers backward drew " Self - reverence. Last night , when some one spoke ...
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The Poetic and Dramatic Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 2 tomas Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1898 |
The Poetic and Dramatic Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1898 |
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Aldwyth answer'd arms Arthur ask'd Becket blood breath brother Caerleon call'd Camelot Camma child cried crown dark dead dear death Dobson Dora dream earth Edith Eleanor England eyes face fair father fear fire Fitzurse flower Frederick Dielman Gareth Gawain golden grace Guinevere Gustave Doré hall hand happy Harold hate hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Holy John of Salisbury King King Arthur kiss knew Lady of Shalott Lancelot land Leofwin light live look look'd lord marriage Mary Morcar morning mother never night noble o'er once Philip Queen Rosamund rose round seem'd shadow shame Sinnatus Sir Lancelot sleep smile song soul spake speak star stept Stigand stood sweet Synorix tears tell thee thine things thou art thought thro Tostig turn'd vext voice Walter Map wild wind word
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