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The air is damp , and hush ' d , and close , As a sick man ' s room when he taketh
repose An hour before death ; My very heart faints and my whole soul grieves At
the moist rich smells of the rotting leaves , And the breath of the fading edges of ...
The air is damp , and hush ' d , and close , As a sick man ' s room when he taketh
repose An hour before death ; My very heart faints and my whole soul grieves At
the moist rich smells of the rotting leaves , And the breath of the fading edges of ...
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Hast thou look ' d upon the breath Of the lilies at sunrise ? . Wherefore that faint
smile of thine , Shadowy , dreaming Adeline ? Some honey - converse feeds thy
mind , Some spirit of a crimson rose In love with thee forgets to close His curtains
...
Hast thou look ' d upon the breath Of the lilies at sunrise ? . Wherefore that faint
smile of thine , Shadowy , dreaming Adeline ? Some honey - converse feeds thy
mind , Some spirit of a crimson rose In love with thee forgets to close His curtains
...
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Doth the low - tongued Orient Wander from the side of the morn , Dripping with
Sabæan spice On thy pillow , lowly bent With melodious airs lovelorn , Breathing
Light against thy face , While his locks a - drooping twined Round thy neck in ...
Doth the low - tongued Orient Wander from the side of the morn , Dripping with
Sabæan spice On thy pillow , lowly bent With melodious airs lovelorn , Breathing
Light against thy face , While his locks a - drooping twined Round thy neck in ...
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... and springing forth anew Where ' er they fell , behold , Like to the mother plant
in semblance , grew A flower all gold , And bravely furnish ' d all abroad to fling
The winged shafts of truth , To throng with stately blooms the breathing spring .
... and springing forth anew Where ' er they fell , behold , Like to the mother plant
in semblance , grew A flower all gold , And bravely furnish ' d all abroad to fling
The winged shafts of truth , To throng with stately blooms the breathing spring .
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Holy water will I pour Into every spicy flower Of the laurel - shrubs that hedye it
around . The flowers would faint at your cruel cheer . In your eye there is death ,
There is frost in your breath Which would blight the plants . Where you stand you
...
Holy water will I pour Into every spicy flower Of the laurel - shrubs that hedye it
around . The flowers would faint at your cruel cheer . In your eye there is death ,
There is frost in your breath Which would blight the plants . Where you stand you
...
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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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