Lyrical Poems ...Macmillan and Company, Limited, 1899 - 270 psl. |
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... thro ' wild March the throstle calls , Where all about your palace - walls The sun - lit almond - blossom shakes- Take , Madam , this poor book of song ; For tho ' the faults were thick as dust In vacant chambers , I could trust Your ...
... thro ' wild March the throstle calls , Where all about your palace - walls The sun - lit almond - blossom shakes- Take , Madam , this poor book of song ; For tho ' the faults were thick as dust In vacant chambers , I could trust Your ...
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... thro ' with heated blasts That run before the fluttering tongues of fire ; White surf wind - scatter'd over sails and masts , And ever climbing higher ; Squadrons and squares of men in brazen plates , Scaffolds , still sheets of water ...
... thro ' with heated blasts That run before the fluttering tongues of fire ; White surf wind - scatter'd over sails and masts , And ever climbing higher ; Squadrons and squares of men in brazen plates , Scaffolds , still sheets of water ...
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... thro ' mine ears in that unblissful clime , ' Pass freely thro ' : the wood is all thine own , Until the end of time . ' At length I saw a lady within call , Stiller than chisell'd marble , standing there ; A daughter of the gods ...
... thro ' mine ears in that unblissful clime , ' Pass freely thro ' : the wood is all thine own , Until the end of time . ' At length I saw a lady within call , Stiller than chisell'd marble , standing there ; A daughter of the gods ...
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... thro ' the silence drear , As thunder - drops fall on a sleeping sea : Sudden I heard a voice that cried , " Come here , That I may look on thee . ' I turning saw , throned on a flowery rise , One sitting on a crimson scarf unroll'd ; A ...
... thro ' the silence drear , As thunder - drops fall on a sleeping sea : Sudden I heard a voice that cried , " Come here , That I may look on thee . ' I turning saw , throned on a flowery rise , One sitting on a crimson scarf unroll'd ; A ...
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... warbling voice , a lyre of widest range Struck by all passion , did fall down and glance From tone to tone , and glided thro ' all change Of liveliest utterance . When she made pause I knew not for delight ; A Dream of Fair Women 7.
... warbling voice , a lyre of widest range Struck by all passion , did fall down and glance From tone to tone , and glided thro ' all change Of liveliest utterance . When she made pause I knew not for delight ; A Dream of Fair Women 7.
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Alfred Tennyson Arthur Hallam beän beat blood blow breast breath brows Camelot campanili Cardamine pratensis Clara Vere Cyperus longus dark dead dear death deep dream dying earth eyes F. T. PALGRAVE fair faith fall flower FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE glory golden grief hand happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hill honour Isle kiss kiss'd Lady of Shalott land Lariano light lips little birdie live look look'd Lord Lyrical Margaret Roper Maud mind moon morn mother mysen never night o'er pain Palace of Art peace Poems proputty Queen rest Ring Rizpah roll'd rose round sail'd seem'd shadow shame silent sing sleep song soul sound spirit star summer sweet tears thee theer thine things thou thought thro truth turn'd unto Vere de Vere voice weänt weary weep whisper wild wind yonder
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