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Six columns , three on either side , Pure silver , underpropt a rich Throne of the
massive ore , from which Down - droop ' d , in many a floating fold , Engarlanded
and diaper ' d With inwrought flowers , a cloth of gold . Thereon , his deep eye ...
Six columns , three on either side , Pure silver , underpropt a rich Throne of the
massive ore , from which Down - droop ' d , in many a floating fold , Engarlanded
and diaper ' d With inwrought flowers , a cloth of gold . Thereon , his deep eye ...
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... Drawing into his narrow earthen urn , In every elbow and turn , The filter ' d
tribute of the rough woodland . 0 ! hither lead thy feet ! Pour round mine ears the
livelong bleat Of the thick - fleeced sheep from wattled folds , ODE TO MEMORY .
... Drawing into his narrow earthen urn , In every elbow and turn , The filter ' d
tribute of the rough woodland . 0 ! hither lead thy feet ! Pour round mine ears the
livelong bleat Of the thick - fleeced sheep from wattled folds , ODE TO MEMORY .
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Of the thick - fleeced sheep from wattled folds , Upon the ridged wolds , When the
first matin - song hath waken ' d loud Over the dark dewy earth forlorn , What time
the amber morn Forth gushes from beneath a low - hung cloud . Large dowries ...
Of the thick - fleeced sheep from wattled folds , Upon the ridged wolds , When the
first matin - song hath waken ' d loud Over the dark dewy earth forlorn , What time
the amber morn Forth gushes from beneath a low - hung cloud . Large dowries ...
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A DIRGE Now is done thy long day ' s work ; Fold thy palms across thy breast ,
Fold thine arms , turn to thy rest . Let them rave . Shadows of the silver birk
Sweep the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . Thee nor carketh care nor
slander ...
A DIRGE Now is done thy long day ' s work ; Fold thy palms across thy breast ,
Fold thine arms , turn to thy rest . Let them rave . Shadows of the silver birk
Sweep the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . Thee nor carketh care nor
slander ...
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Thcu wilt not turn upon thy bed ; Chaunteth not the brooding bee Sweeter tones
than calumny ? Let them rave . Thou wilt never raise thine head From the green
that folds thy grave . Let them rave . Crocodiles wept tears for thee ; The
woodbine ...
Thcu wilt not turn upon thy bed ; Chaunteth not the brooding bee Sweeter tones
than calumny ? Let them rave . Thou wilt never raise thine head From the green
that folds thy grave . Let them rave . Crocodiles wept tears for thee ; The
woodbine ...
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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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