The Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Volume 7Macmillan, 1884 |
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... deep and stormy strait Betwixt the native land of Love and me , Breathe but a little on me , and the sail Will draw me to the rising of the sun , The lucid chambers of the morning star , And East of Life . Permit me , friend , I prythee ...
... deep and stormy strait Betwixt the native land of Love and me , Breathe but a little on me , and the sail Will draw me to the rising of the sun , The lucid chambers of the morning star , And East of Life . Permit me , friend , I prythee ...
Page 6
... deep soul , that evermore Fresh springing from her fountains in the brain , Still pouring thro ' , floods with redundant life Her narrow portals . Trust me , long ago I should have died , if it were possible To die in gazing on that ...
... deep soul , that evermore Fresh springing from her fountains in the brain , Still pouring thro ' , floods with redundant life Her narrow portals . Trust me , long ago I should have died , if it were possible To die in gazing on that ...
Page 7
... deep vault where the heart of Hope Fell into dust , and crumbled in the dark- Forgetting how to render beautiful Her countenance with quick and healthful blood- Thou didst not sway me upward ; could I perish While thou , a meteor of the ...
... deep vault where the heart of Hope Fell into dust , and crumbled in the dark- Forgetting how to render beautiful Her countenance with quick and healthful blood- Thou didst not sway me upward ; could I perish While thou , a meteor of the ...
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... deep : Love dwells not in lip - depths . Love wraps his wings on either side the heart , Constraining it with kisses close and warm , Absorbing all the incense of sweet thoughts So that they pass not to the shrine of sound . Else had ...
... deep : Love dwells not in lip - depths . Love wraps his wings on either side the heart , Constraining it with kisses close and warm , Absorbing all the incense of sweet thoughts So that they pass not to the shrine of sound . Else had ...
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... the High Priest in her holiest place , Not to be loudly broken in upon . Oh friend , thoughts deep and heavy as these well- nigh O'erbore the limits of my brain : but he Bent o'er me , and my neck his arm upstay'd THE LOVER'S TALE . 29.
... the High Priest in her holiest place , Not to be loudly broken in upon . Oh friend , thoughts deep and heavy as these well- nigh O'erbore the limits of my brain : but he Bent o'er me , and my neck his arm upstay'd THE LOVER'S TALE . 29.
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