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Page 16
... About thee breaks and dances ; When I would kiss thy hand , The flush of
anger ' d shame O ' erflows thy calmer glances , And o ' er black brows drops
down A sudden - curved frown : But when I turn away , Thou , willing me to stay ,
Wooest ...
... About thee breaks and dances ; When I would kiss thy hand , The flush of
anger ' d shame O ' erflows thy calmer glances , And o ' er black brows drops
down A sudden - curved frown : But when I turn away , Thou , willing me to stay ,
Wooest ...
Page 20
Often , where clear - stemm ' d platans guard The outlet , did I turn away The boat
- head down a broad canal From the main river sluiced , where all The sloping of
the moon - lit sward Was damask - work , and deep inlay Of braided blooms ...
Often , where clear - stemm ' d platans guard The outlet , did I turn away The boat
- head down a broad canal From the main river sluiced , where all The sloping of
the moon - lit sward Was damask - work , and deep inlay Of braided blooms ...
Page 21
Above thro ” many a bowery turn A walk with vary - colour ' d shells Wander ' d
engrain ' d . On either side All round about the fragrant marge From fluted vase ,
and brazen urn In order , eastern flowers large , Some dropping low their crimson
...
Above thro ” many a bowery turn A walk with vary - colour ' d shells Wander ' d
engrain ' d . On either side All round about the fragrant marge From fluted vase ,
and brazen urn In order , eastern flowers large , Some dropping low their crimson
...
Page 28
... s door , And chiefly from the brook that loves To purl o ' er matted cress and
ribbed sand , Or dimple in the dark of rushy coves , Drawing into his narrow
earthen urn , In every elbow and turn , The filter ' d tribute of the rough woodland .
... s door , And chiefly from the brook that loves To purl o ' er matted cress and
ribbed sand , Or dimple in the dark of rushy coves , Drawing into his narrow
earthen urn , In every elbow and turn , The filter ' d tribute of the rough woodland .
Page 49
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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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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