In Memoriam, 1 leidimasEdward Moxon, Dover street, 1850 - 210 psl. The famous requiem for the poet's good friend, Arthur Henry Hallam, who died unexpectedly in 1833. "Tis better to have loved and lost," Tennyson writes, "than never to have loved at all." |
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. XII . Lo ! as a dove when up she springs To bear thro ' Heaven a tale of woe , Some dolorous message knit below The wild pulsation of her wings ; Like her I go I cannot stay ; I leave this mortal ark ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. XII . Lo ! as a dove when up she springs To bear thro ' Heaven a tale of woe , Some dolorous message knit below The wild pulsation of her wings ; Like her I go I cannot stay ; I leave this mortal ark ...
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... all the secret of the Spring Moved in the chambers of the blood : And many an old philosophy On Argive heights divinely sang , And round us all the thicket rang To many a flute of Arcady . XXIV . AND was the day of my delight As 40.
... all the secret of the Spring Moved in the chambers of the blood : And many an old philosophy On Argive heights divinely sang , And round us all the thicket rang To many a flute of Arcady . XXIV . AND was the day of my delight As 40.
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... spring , But in the songs I love to sing A doubtful gleam of solace lives . If any care for what is here Survive in spirits render'd free , Then are these songs I sing of thee Not all ungrateful to thine ear . XXXIX . COULD we forget ...
... spring , But in the songs I love to sing A doubtful gleam of solace lives . If any care for what is here Survive in spirits render'd free , Then are these songs I sing of thee Not all ungrateful to thine ear . XXXIX . COULD we forget ...
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... springs ) May some dim touch of earthly things Surprise thee ranging with thy peers . If such a dreamy touch should fall , O turn thee round , resolve the doubt , My guardian angel will speak out In that high place , and tell thee all ...
... springs ) May some dim touch of earthly things Surprise thee ranging with thy peers . If such a dreamy touch should fall , O turn thee round , resolve the doubt , My guardian angel will speak out In that high place , and tell thee all ...
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... spring , That lay their eggs , and sting and sing , And weave their petty cells and die . Be near me when I fade away , To point the term of human strife , And on the low dark verge of life The twilight of eternal day . L. Do we indeed ...
... spring , That lay their eggs , and sting and sing , And weave their petty cells and die . Be near me when I fade away , To point the term of human strife , And on the low dark verge of life The twilight of eternal day . L. Do we indeed ...
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