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" Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk ; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font : The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers... "
... Tennyson's The Princess - Page 121
by Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1896 - 142 pages
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Volume 90

1849 - 604 pages
...unto me. " Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow — as thy thoughts in me. "Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake : So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosom and be lost in me." ' There is silence....
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The Princess: A Medley

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1848 - 186 pages
...open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake : So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosom and be lost in me.' ; I heard her turn...
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The American Whig Review, Volume 2; Volume 8

1848 - 738 pages
...lies open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughtin me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake, So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosom an'd be lost in me." By-and-by they come...
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Eclectic Magazine, and Monthly Edition of the Living Age, Volume 19

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1850 - 604 pages
...me. " ' Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow — as thy thoughts in me. " ' Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake : So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosom and be lost in me. ' " There is silence....
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The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Volume 19

1850 - 600 pages
...me. " ' Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow — as thy thoughts in me. " ' Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake : So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bofom and be lost in me. ' " There is silence....
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 pages
...open unto me. " Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. " Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake : So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosom and be lost in me." I heard her turn the...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 290 pages
...open unto me. " Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. " Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake : So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosorn and be lost in me." I heard her turn the...
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The American Whig Review, Volume 2; Volume 8

1848 - 708 pages
...lies open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thought in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake, So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosom and be lost in me." By-and-by they come to...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 468 pages
...open unto me. " Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. " Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake : So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosom and be lost in me." I heard her turn the...
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Notes and Queries

1854 - 778 pages
...on a river floating, She floats upon the river of his thoughts." Spanish Student, Act II. Sc. 3. 11 Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake ; So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosom and be lost in me." Princess, Part vii....
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