The Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 2 tomasMacmillan, 1908 |
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... Rose gem - like up before the dusky groves And dropt a fairy parachute and past : And there thro ' twenty posts of telegraph They flash'd a saucy message to and fro Between the mimic stations ; so that sport Went hand in hand with ...
... Rose gem - like up before the dusky groves And dropt a fairy parachute and past : And there thro ' twenty posts of telegraph They flash'd a saucy message to and fro Between the mimic stations ; so that sport Went hand in hand with ...
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... rose and past Thro ' the wild woods that hung about the town ; Found a still place , and pluck'd her likeness out ; Laid it on flowers , and watch'd it lying bathed In the green gleam of dewy - tassell'd trees : What were those fancies ...
... rose and past Thro ' the wild woods that hung about the town ; Found a still place , and pluck'd her likeness out ; Laid it on flowers , and watch'd it lying bathed In the green gleam of dewy - tassell'd trees : What were those fancies ...
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... rose with wings From four wing'd horses dark against the stars ; And some inscription ran along the front , But deep in shadow : further on we gain'd A little street half garden and half house ; But scarce could hear each other speak ...
... rose with wings From four wing'd horses dark against the stars ; And some inscription ran along the front , But deep in shadow : further on we gain'd A little street half garden and half house ; But scarce could hear each other speak ...
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... rose her height , and said : ' We give you welcome : not without redound Of use and glory to yourselves ye come , The first - fruits of the stranger : aftertime , And that full voice which circles round the grave , Will rank you nobly ...
... rose her height , and said : ' We give you welcome : not without redound Of use and glory to yourselves ye come , The first - fruits of the stranger : aftertime , And that full voice which circles round the grave , Will rank you nobly ...
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... Rose up , and read the statutes , such as these : Not for three years to correspond with home ; Not for three years to cross the liberties ; Not for three years to speak with any men ; And many more , which hastily subscribed , We enter ...
... Rose up , and read the statutes , such as these : Not for three years to correspond with home ; Not for three years to cross the liberties ; Not for three years to speak with any men ; And many more , which hastily subscribed , We enter ...
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The Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson, 2 tomas Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1908 |
The Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 2 tomas Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1908 |
The Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson, 2 tomas Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1904 |
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