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May you rule us long , And leave us rulers of your blood As noble till the latest
day ! May children of our children say , ' She wrought her people lasting good ;
Her court was pure ; her life serene ; God gave her peace ; her land reposed ; A ...
May you rule us long , And leave us rulers of your blood As noble till the latest
day ! May children of our children say , ' She wrought her people lasting good ;
Her court was pure ; her life serene ; God gave her peace ; her land reposed ; A ...
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The mellow ' d reflex of a winter moon ; A clear stream flowing with a muddy one ,
Till in its onward current it absorbs With swifter movement and in purer light The
vexed eddies of its wayward brother : A leaning and upbearing parasite ...
The mellow ' d reflex of a winter moon ; A clear stream flowing with a muddy one ,
Till in its onward current it absorbs With swifter movement and in purer light The
vexed eddies of its wayward brother : A leaning and upbearing parasite ...
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Upon the middle of the night , Waking she heard the night - fowl crow : The cock
sung out an hour ere light : From the dark fen the oxen ' s low Came to her :
without hope of change , In sleep she seem ' d to walk forlorn , Till cold winds
woke ...
Upon the middle of the night , Waking she heard the night - fowl crow : The cock
sung out an hour ere light : From the dark fen the oxen ' s low Came to her :
without hope of change , In sleep she seem ' d to walk forlorn , Till cold winds
woke ...
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The fourscore windows all alight As with the quintessence of flame , A million
tapers flaring bright From twisted silvers look ' d to shame The hollow - vaulted
dark , and stream ' d Upon the mooned domes aloof In inmost Bagdat , till there
seem ...
The fourscore windows all alight As with the quintessence of flame , A million
tapers flaring bright From twisted silvers look ' d to shame The hollow - vaulted
dark , and stream ' d Upon the mooned domes aloof In inmost Bagdat , till there
seem ...
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... headed And wing ' d with flame , Like Indian reeds blown from his silver tongue
, And of so fierce a flight , From Calpe unto Caucasus they sung , Filling with light
And vagrant melodies the winds which bore Them earthward till 38 THE POET.
... headed And wing ' d with flame , Like Indian reeds blown from his silver tongue
, And of so fierce a flight , From Calpe unto Caucasus they sung , Filling with light
And vagrant melodies the winds which bore Them earthward till 38 THE POET.
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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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