The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet LaureateTicknor and Fields, 1867 - 370 sider |
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... soul grieves At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves , And the breath Of the fading edges of box be- neath , And the year's last rose . Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i ' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the ...
... soul grieves At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves , And the breath Of the fading edges of box be- neath , And the year's last rose . Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i ' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the ...
Side 10
... soul . The marvel of the everlasting will , An open scroll , Before him lay : with echoing feet he threaded The secretest walks of fame : The viewless arrows of his thoughts were headed And wing'd with flame , Like Indian reeds blown ...
... soul . The marvel of the everlasting will , An open scroll , Before him lay : with echoing feet he threaded The secretest walks of fame : The viewless arrows of his thoughts were headed And wing'd with flame , Like Indian reeds blown ...
Side 13
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. 3 . The wild swan's death - hymn took the soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow : at first to the ear The warble was low , and full and clear ; And floating about the under - sky , Prevailing ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. 3 . The wild swan's death - hymn took the soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow : at first to the ear The warble was low , and full and clear ; And floating about the under - sky , Prevailing ...
Side 21
... : Or sometimes they swell and move , Pressing up against the land , With motions of the outer sea : And the self - same influence Controlleth all the soul and sense Of Passion gazing upon thee . His bow - string ELEÄNORE . 21.
... : Or sometimes they swell and move , Pressing up against the land , With motions of the outer sea : And the self - same influence Controlleth all the soul and sense Of Passion gazing upon thee . His bow - string ELEÄNORE . 21.
Side 22
... soul So full of summer warmth , so glad , So healthy , sound , and clear and whole , His memory scarce can make me sad . Yet fill my glass : give me one kiss : My own sweet Alice , we must die . There's somewhat in this world amiss ...
... soul So full of summer warmth , so glad , So healthy , sound , and clear and whole , His memory scarce can make me sad . Yet fill my glass : give me one kiss : My own sweet Alice , we must die . There's somewhat in this world amiss ...
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