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Page 92
It is the miller ' s daugbter , And she is grown so dear , so dear , That I would be
the jewel That trembles at her ear : For hid in ringlets day and night , I ' d touch
her neck so warm and white . And I would be the girdle About her dainty dainty ...
It is the miller ' s daugbter , And she is grown so dear , so dear , That I would be
the jewel That trembles at her ear : For hid in ringlets day and night , I ' d touch
her neck so warm and white . And I would be the girdle About her dainty dainty ...
Page 94
They have not shed a many tears , Dear eyes , since first I knew them well . Yet
tears they shed : they had their part Of sorrow : for when time was ripe , The still
affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type , That into stillness past
...
They have not shed a many tears , Dear eyes , since first I knew them well . Yet
tears they shed : they had their part Of sorrow : for when time was ripe , The still
affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type , That into stillness past
...
Page 95
But that God bless thee , dear — who wrought Two spirits to one equal mindWith
blessings beyond hope or thought , With blessings which no words can find .
Arise , and let us wander forth , To yon old mill across the wolds ; For look , the ...
But that God bless thee , dear — who wrought Two spirits to one equal mindWith
blessings beyond hope or thought , With blessings which no words can find .
Arise , and let us wander forth , To yon old mill across the wolds ; For look , the ...
Page 99
O mother Ida , many - fountain ' d Ida , Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . For
now the noonday quiet holds the hill : The grasshopper is silent in the grass : The
lizard , with his shadow on the stone , Rests like a shadow , and the cicala sleeps
.
O mother Ida , many - fountain ' d Ida , Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . For
now the noonday quiet holds the hill : The grasshopper is silent in the grass : The
lizard , with his shadow on the stone , Rests like a shadow , and the cicala sleeps
.
Page 100
O mother Ida , many - fountain ' d Ida , Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . I waited
underneath the dawning hills , Aloft the mountain lawn was dewy - dark , And
dewy - dark aloft the mountain pine : Beautiful Paris , evil - hearted Paris ,
Leading ...
O mother Ida , many - fountain ' d Ida , Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . I waited
underneath the dawning hills , Aloft the mountain lawn was dewy - dark , And
dewy - dark aloft the mountain pine : Beautiful Paris , evil - hearted Paris ,
Leading ...
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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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