The Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Volume 7Macmillan, 1884 |
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Page 8
... 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 , friends , When I began to 8 THE LOVER'S TALE .
... 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 , friends , When I began to 8 THE LOVER'S TALE .
Page 9
... sweet for that it seem'd ? For young Life knows not when young Life was born , But takes it all for granted : neither Love , Warm in the heart , his cradle , can remember Love in the womb , but resteth satisfied , Looking on her that ...
... sweet for that it seem'd ? For young Life knows not when young Life was born , But takes it all for granted : neither Love , Warm in the heart , his cradle , can remember Love in the womb , but resteth satisfied , Looking on her that ...
Page 12
... sweet , Sweet thro ' strange years to know that whatsoe'er Our general mother meant for me alone , Our mutual mother dealt to both of us : So what was earliest mine in earliest life , I shared with her in whom myself remains . As was ...
... sweet , Sweet thro ' strange years to know that whatsoe'er Our general mother meant for me alone , Our mutual mother dealt to both of us : So what was earliest mine in earliest life , I shared with her in whom myself remains . As was ...
Page 13
... itself , It fall on its own thorns - if this be true- And that way my wish leads me evermore Still to believe it - ' tis so sweet a thought , Why in the utter stillness of the soul Doth question'd THE LOVER'S TALE . 13.
... itself , It fall on its own thorns - if this be true- And that way my wish leads me evermore Still to believe it - ' tis so sweet a thought , Why in the utter stillness of the soul Doth question'd THE LOVER'S TALE . 13.
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... sweets from bound to bound , and blew Fresh fire into the sun , and from within Burst thro ' the heated buds , and sent his soul Into the songs of birds , and touch'd far - off His mountain - altars , his high hills , with flame Milder ...
... sweets from bound to bound , and blew Fresh fire into the sun , and from within Burst thro ' the heated buds , and sent his soul Into the songs of birds , and touch'd far - off His mountain - altars , his high hills , with flame Milder ...
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