Poems, Volume 2Edward Moxon, 1842 - 231 pages |
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... shall be no more . ” At this a hundred bells began to peal , That with the sound I woke , and heard indeed The clear church - bells ring in the Christmas morn . THE GARDENER'S DAUGHTER ; OR , THE PICTURES . THIS 18 MORTE D'ARTHUR .
... shall be no more . ” At this a hundred bells began to peal , That with the sound I woke , and heard indeed The clear church - bells ring in the Christmas morn . THE GARDENER'S DAUGHTER ; OR , THE PICTURES . THIS 18 MORTE D'ARTHUR .
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... Rings in mine ears . The steer forgot to graze , And , where the hedge - row cuts the pathway , stood , Leaning his horns into the neighbour field , And lowing to his fellows . From the woods Came voices of the well - contented doves ...
... Rings in mine ears . The steer forgot to graze , And , where the hedge - row cuts the pathway , stood , Leaning his horns into the neighbour field , And lowing to his fellows . From the woods Came voices of the well - contented doves ...
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... rings of years- XXII . “ Yet , since I first could cast a shade , Did never creature pass So slightly , musically made , So light upon the grass : XXIII . " For as to fairies , that will flit To make the greensward fresh , I hold them ...
... rings of years- XXII . “ Yet , since I first could cast a shade , Did never creature pass So slightly , musically made , So light upon the grass : XXIII . " For as to fairies , that will flit To make the greensward fresh , I hold them ...
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... me once again . XLIII . " Her kisses were so close and kind , That , trust me on my word , Hard wood I am , and wrinkled rind , But yet my sap was stirr'd : XLIV . " And even into my inmost ring A 74 THE TALKING OAK .
... me once again . XLIII . " Her kisses were so close and kind , That , trust me on my word , Hard wood I am , and wrinkled rind , But yet my sap was stirr'd : XLIV . " And even into my inmost ring A 74 THE TALKING OAK .
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. XLIV . " And even into my inmost ring A pleasure I discern'd , Like those blind motions of the Spring , That show the year is turn'd . XLV . Thrice - happy he that may caress The ringlet's waving balm- The ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. XLIV . " And even into my inmost ring A pleasure I discern'd , Like those blind motions of the Spring , That show the year is turn'd . XLV . Thrice - happy he that may caress The ringlet's waving balm- The ...
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Alice the nurse AMPHION answer'd beggar maid beneath blow bold Sir Bedivere bore breast breath cheek Cophetua crag dark death dipt dream earth Edward Gray Ellen Adair Eustace Excalibur eyes fair fancy fear flower folded gather'd golden grew hand happy hast hear heard heart Heaven hope hour jaundice King Arthur kiss kiss'd knees Lady Clare last embrace laugh'd light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Ronald mind mix'd moon moorland morn murmur never night o'er pain praise QUEEN GUINEVERE rain replied rose round saints seem'd shade shadow shining SIMEON STYLITES SIR LAUNCELOT sleep song soul sound spake speak stars stept summer Sumner-place sweet thee thine things thou art thought thrice thro thy dreams touch'd truth turn'd unto vapour Vext village maid voice whisper wild wind wither'd yonder