The Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Volume 7Macmillan, 1884 |
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... nights , Or when the white heats of the blinding noons Beat from the concave sand ; yet in him keeps A draught of that sweet fountain that he loves , To stay his feet from falling , and his spirit From bitterness of death . Ye ask me ...
... nights , Or when the white heats of the blinding noons Beat from the concave sand ; yet in him keeps A draught of that sweet fountain that he loves , To stay his feet from falling , and his spirit From bitterness of death . Ye ask me ...
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... beneath Seems but a cobweb filament to link The yawning of an earthquake - cloven chasm . And thence one night , when all the winds were loud , VOL . VII . C A woful man ( for so the story went ) THE LOVER'S TALE . 17.
... beneath Seems but a cobweb filament to link The yawning of an earthquake - cloven chasm . And thence one night , when all the winds were loud , VOL . VII . C A woful man ( for so the story went ) THE LOVER'S TALE . 17.
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... night , and driven My current to the fountain whence it sprang , - Even his own abiding excellence- On me , methinks , that shock of gloom had fall'n Unfelt , and in this glory I had merged The other , like the sun I gazed upon , Which ...
... night , and driven My current to the fountain whence it sprang , - Even his own abiding excellence- On me , methinks , that shock of gloom had fall'n Unfelt , and in this glory I had merged The other , like the sun I gazed upon , Which ...
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... night , Did swallow up my vision ; at her feet , Even the feet of her I loved , I fell , Smit with exceeding sorrow ... night to me ! The night to me was kinder than the day ; The night in pity took away my day , Because my grief as yet ...
... night , Did swallow up my vision ; at her feet , Even the feet of her I loved , I fell , Smit with exceeding sorrow ... night to me ! The night to me was kinder than the day ; The night in pity took away my day , Because my grief as yet ...
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... To come my way ! to twit me with the cause ! Was not the land as free thro ' all her ways To him as me ? Was not his wont to walk Between the going light and growing night ? Had I not learnt my loss before he came ? 28 THE LOVER'S TALE .
... To come my way ! to twit me with the cause ! Was not the land as free thro ' all her ways To him as me ? Was not his wont to walk Between the going light and growing night ? Had I not learnt my loss before he came ? 28 THE LOVER'S TALE .
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