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354 THE LORD OF BURLEIGH . . . . . . 358 VSIR LAUNCELOT AND QUEEN
GUINEVERE . . . . 362 A FAREWELL · · · · · · · · 364 364 THE BEGGAR MAID . . . . .
. . . 365 THE VISION OF SIN . . . . . . : 366 “ COME NOT , WHEN I AM DEAD ” .
354 THE LORD OF BURLEIGH . . . . . . 358 VSIR LAUNCELOT AND QUEEN
GUINEVERE . . . . 362 A FAREWELL · · · · · · · · 364 364 THE BEGGAR MAID . . . . .
. . . 365 THE VISION OF SIN . . . . . . : 366 “ COME NOT , WHEN I AM DEAD ” .
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And sweet shall your welcome be : O hither , come hither , and be our lords , For
merry brides are we : We will kiss sweet kisses , and speak sweet words : O listen
, listen , your eyes shall glisten With pleasure and love and jubilee : O listen ...
And sweet shall your welcome be : O hither , come hither , and be our lords , For
merry brides are we : We will kiss sweet kisses , and speak sweet words : O listen
, listen , your eyes shall glisten With pleasure and love and jubilee : O listen ...
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Under tower and balcony , By garden - wall and gallery , A gleaming shape she
floated by , Dead - pale between the houses high , Silent into Camelot . Out upon
the wharfs they came , Knight and burgher , lord and dame , And round the prow
...
Under tower and balcony , By garden - wall and gallery , A gleaming shape she
floated by , Dead - pale between the houses high , Silent into Camelot . Out upon
the wharfs they came , Knight and burgher , lord and dame , And round the prow
...
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No nightingale delighteth to prolong Her low preamble all alone , More than my
soul to hear her echo ' d song Throb thro ' the ribbed stone ; Singing and
murmuring in her feastful mirth , Joying to feel herself alive , | Lord over Nature ,
Lord of ...
No nightingale delighteth to prolong Her low preamble all alone , More than my
soul to hear her echo ' d song Throb thro ' the ribbed stone ; Singing and
murmuring in her feastful mirth , Joying to feel herself alive , | Lord over Nature ,
Lord of ...
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... what relic of my lord Should be to aftertime , but empty breath And rumours of a
doubt ? but were this kept , Stored in some treasure - house of mighty kings ,
Some one might show it at a joust of arms 194 MORTE D ' ARTHUR .
... what relic of my lord Should be to aftertime , but empty breath And rumours of a
doubt ? but were this kept , Stored in some treasure - house of mighty kings ,
Some one might show it at a joust of arms 194 MORTE D ' ARTHUR .
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Bibliographic information
| Title | Poems |
| Author | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson |
| Publisher | C. Kegan Paul, 1878 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 23 Jan 2009 |
| Length | 379 pages |
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