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Round thee blow , self - pleached deep , Bramble - roses , faint and pale , And
long purples of the dale . Let them rave . These in every shower creep Thro ' the
green that folds thy grave , Let them rave . 6 . The gold - eyed kingcups fine ; The
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Round thee blow , self - pleached deep , Bramble - roses , faint and pale , And
long purples of the dale . Let them rave . These in every shower creep Thro ' the
green that folds thy grave , Let them rave . 6 . The gold - eyed kingcups fine ; The
A ...
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When the long dun wolds are ribb ' d with snow , And loud the Norland
whirlwinds blow Oriana , Alone I wander to and fro , Oriana . Ere the light on dark
was growing , Oriana , At midnight the cock was crowing , Oriana : Winds were
blowing ...
When the long dun wolds are ribb ' d with snow , And loud the Norland
whirlwinds blow Oriana , Alone I wander to and fro , Oriana . Ere the light on dark
was growing , Oriana , At midnight the cock was crowing , Oriana : Winds were
blowing ...
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I cry aloud : none hear my cries , Oriana . Thou comest atween me and the skies ,
Oriana . I feel the tears of blood arise Up from my heart unto my eyes , Oriana .
Within thy heart my arrow lies , Oriana . - - - - - - O cursed hand ! O cursed blow !
I cry aloud : none hear my cries , Oriana . Thou comest atween me and the skies ,
Oriana . I feel the tears of blood arise Up from my heart unto my eyes , Oriana .
Within thy heart my arrow lies , Oriana . - - - - - - O cursed hand ! O cursed blow !
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On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye , That clothe the wold
and meet the sky ; And thr ' the field the road runs by To many - tower ' d Camelot
; And up and down the people go , Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island
...
On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye , That clothe the wold
and meet the sky ; And thr ' the field the road runs by To many - tower ' d Camelot
; And up and down the people go , Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island
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Page 89
And oft in ramblings on the wold , When April nights began to blow , And April ' s
crescent glimmer ' d cold , I saw the village lights below ; I knew your taper far
away , And full at heart of trembling hose , Fromn off the wold I came , and lay
Upon ...
And oft in ramblings on the wold , When April nights began to blow , And April ' s
crescent glimmer ' d cold , I saw the village lights below ; I knew your taper far
away , And full at heart of trembling hose , Fromn off the wold I came , and lay
Upon ...
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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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