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Page 86
... once again to woo thee mine- It seems in after - dinner talk Across the walnuts and the wine- To be the long and listless boy Late - left an orphan of the squire , Where this old mansion mounted high Looks down upon the village spire ...
... once again to woo thee mine- It seems in after - dinner talk Across the walnuts and the wine- To be the long and listless boy Late - left an orphan of the squire , Where this old mansion mounted high Looks down upon the village spire ...
Page 96
... desert to the south . Last night , when some one spoke his name , From my swift blood that went and came A thousand little shafts of flame Were shiver'd in my narrow frame . O Love , O fire ! once he drew With 96 30 FATIMA.
... desert to the south . Last night , when some one spoke his name , From my swift blood that went and came A thousand little shafts of flame Were shiver'd in my narrow frame . O Love , O fire ! once he drew With 96 30 FATIMA.
Page 97
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. O Love , O fire ! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul thro ' My lips , as sunlight drinketh dew . Before he mounts the hill , I know He cometh quickly : from below Sweet gales , as from deep ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. O Love , O fire ! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul thro ' My lips , as sunlight drinketh dew . Before he mounts the hill , I know He cometh quickly : from below Sweet gales , as from deep ...
Page 98
... d citadel , The crown of Troas . Hither came at noon Mournful Enone , wandering forlorn Of Paris , once her playmate on the hills . Her cheek had lost the rose , and round her neck Floated her hair or seem'd to float in rest . 98 CENONE.
... d citadel , The crown of Troas . Hither came at noon Mournful Enone , wandering forlorn Of Paris , once her playmate on the hills . Her cheek had lost the rose , and round her neck Floated her hair or seem'd to float in rest . 98 CENONE.
Page 119
... once more like some sick man declined , And trusted any cure . But over these she trod : and those great bells Began to chime . She took her throne : She sat betwixt the shining Oriels , To sing her songs alone . And thro ' the topmost ...
... once more like some sick man declined , And trusted any cure . But over these she trod : and those great bells Began to chime . She took her throne : She sat betwixt the shining Oriels , To sing her songs alone . And thro ' the topmost ...
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