Lyrical PoemsMacmillan and Company, 1885 - 270 psl. |
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... Take , Madam , this poor book of song ; For tho ' the faults were thick as dust In vacant chambers , I could trust Your kindness . May you rule us long , Eg 4 B And leave us rulers of your blood As noble till TO THE QUEEN.
... Take , Madam , this poor book of song ; For tho ' the faults were thick as dust In vacant chambers , I could trust Your kindness . May you rule us long , Eg 4 B And leave us rulers of your blood As noble till TO THE QUEEN.
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson Francis Turner Palgrave. And leave us rulers of your blood As noble till the latest day ! May children of your children say , ' She wrought her people lasting good ; ' Her court was pure ; her life serene ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson Francis Turner Palgrave. And leave us rulers of your blood As noble till the latest day ! May children of your children say , ' She wrought her people lasting good ; ' Her court was pure ; her life serene ...
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... leaves , I knew The tearful glimmer of the languid dawn On those long , rank , dark wood - walks drench'd in dew , Leading from lawn to lawn . The smell of violets , hidden in the green , Pour'd back into my empty soul and frame The ...
... leaves , I knew The tearful glimmer of the languid dawn On those long , rank , dark wood - walks drench'd in dew , Leading from lawn to lawn . The smell of violets , hidden in the green , Pour'd back into my empty soul and frame The ...
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... Leaving the dance and song , ' Leaving the olive - gardens far below , Leaving the promise of my bridal bower , The valleys of grape - loaded vines that glow Beneath the battled tower . ' The light white cloud swam over us . Anon We ...
... Leaving the dance and song , ' Leaving the olive - gardens far below , Leaving the promise of my bridal bower , The valleys of grape - loaded vines that glow Beneath the battled tower . ' The light white cloud swam over us . Anon We ...
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... leave me here a little , while as yet ' tis early morn : Leave me here , and when you want me , sound upon the bugle - horn . ' Tis the place , and all around it , as of old , the curlews call , Dreary gleams about the moorland flying ...
... leave me here a little , while as yet ' tis early morn : Leave me here , and when you want me , sound upon the bugle - horn . ' Tis the place , and all around it , as of old , the curlews call , Dreary gleams about the moorland flying ...
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ALFRED AINGER Arthur Hallam beat beneath blood blow breast breath Camelot Clara Vere dark dead dear death deep dream dying earth Edition evermore eyes F. T. PALGRAVE fair fall Fcap flower FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE glory golden hand happy hear heard heart Heaven honour Isle kiss kiss'd Lady of Shalott land Lariano light lips little birdie live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Lucknow Lyrical MATTHEW ARNOLD Maud mind moon morn mother mysen never night o'er pain peace Poems proputty Queen R. W. CHURCH rest Ring Rizpah roll'd rose round sail'd Sally seem'd shadow shame shine silent sing sleep smile song soul sound spirit star summer sweet tears thee theer thine things thou thought thro turn'd unto Vere de Vere voice weänt weary weep wild wind yonder
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