Poems, Volume 2Edward Moxon, 1842 - 231 pages |
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... sweet answer , though no answer came , Nor yet refused the rose , but granted it , And moved away , and left me , statue - like , In act to render thanks . I , that whole day , Saw her no more , although I linger'd there Till every ...
... sweet answer , though no answer came , Nor yet refused the rose , but granted it , And moved away , and left me , statue - like , In act to render thanks . I , that whole day , Saw her no more , although I linger'd there Till every ...
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... have end . Yet might I tell of meetings , of farewells— Of that which came between , more sweet than each , In whispers , like the whispers of the leaves That tremble round a nightingale - in sighs Which perfect 30 THE GARDENER'S DAUGHTER ;
... have end . Yet might I tell of meetings , of farewells— Of that which came between , more sweet than each , In whispers , like the whispers of the leaves That tremble round a nightingale - in sighs Which perfect 30 THE GARDENER'S DAUGHTER ;
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... clutch it . Christ ! ' Tis gone ' tis here again ; the crown ! the crown ! So now ' tis fitted on and grows to me , And from it melt the dews of Paradise , Sweet ! sweet ! spikenard , and balm , and 22 62 ST . SIMEON STYLITES .
... clutch it . Christ ! ' Tis gone ' tis here again ; the crown ! the crown ! So now ' tis fitted on and grows to me , And from it melt the dews of Paradise , Sweet ! sweet ! spikenard , and balm , and 22 62 ST . SIMEON STYLITES .
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Sweet ! sweet ! spikenard , and balm , and frankincense . Ah ! let me not be fool'd , sweet saints . I trust That I am whole , and clean , and meet for Heaven . Speak , if there be a priest , a man of God ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Sweet ! sweet ! spikenard , and balm , and frankincense . Ah ! let me not be fool'd , sweet saints . I trust That I am whole , and clean , and meet for Heaven . Speak , if there be a priest , a man of God ...
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... sweet As woodbine's fragile hold , Or when I feel about my feet The berried briony fold . " XXXVIII . O muffle round thy knees with fern , And shadow Sumner - chace ! Long may thy topmost branch discern The roofs of Sumner - place ...
... sweet As woodbine's fragile hold , Or when I feel about my feet The berried briony fold . " XXXVIII . O muffle round thy knees with fern , And shadow Sumner - chace ! Long may thy topmost branch discern The roofs of Sumner - place ...
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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