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She only said , “ My life is dreary , He cometh not , ” she said ; She said , “ I am
aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ! ” Her tears fell with the dews at even ;
Her tears fell ere the dews were dried ; She could not look on the sweet heaven ...
She only said , “ My life is dreary , He cometh not , ” she said ; She said , “ I am
aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ! ” Her tears fell with the dews at even ;
Her tears fell ere the dews were dried ; She could not look on the sweet heaven ...
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Crocodiles wept tears for thee ; The woodbine and eglatere Drip sweeter dews
than traitor ' s tear , Let them rave . Rain makes music in the tree O ' er the green
that folds thy grave . Let them rave . Round thee blow , self - pleached deep ...
Crocodiles wept tears for thee ; The woodbine and eglatere Drip sweeter dews
than traitor ' s tear , Let them rave . Rain makes music in the tree O ' er the green
that folds thy grave . Let them rave . Round thee blow , self - pleached deep ...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. In the yew - wood black as night , Oriana , Ere
I rode into the fight , Oriana , While blissful tears blinded my sight By star - shine
and by moonlight , Oriana , I to thee my troth did plight , Oriana . She stood upon
...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. In the yew - wood black as night , Oriana , Ere
I rode into the fight , Oriana , While blissful tears blinded my sight By star - shine
and by moonlight , Oriana , I to thee my troth did plight , Oriana . She stood upon
...
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O breaking heart that will not break , Oriana ! O pale , pale face so sweet and
meek , Oriana ! Thou smilest , but thou dost not speak , And then the tears run
down my cheek , Oriana : What wantest thou ? whom dost thou seek , Oriana ?
O breaking heart that will not break , Oriana ! O pale , pale face so sweet and
meek , Oriana ! Thou smilest , but thou dost not speak , And then the tears run
down my cheek , Oriana : What wantest thou ? whom dost thou seek , Oriana ?
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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 ! Oriana ! O
happy thou that liest low , Oriana ! All night the silence seems to flow Beside me ...
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 ! Oriana ! O
happy thou that liest low , Oriana ! All night the silence seems to flow Beside me ...
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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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