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... mavis dwelleth , The fledgling throstle lispeth , The slumbrous wave outwelleth , The babbling runnel crispeth , The hollow grot replieth Where Claribel low - lieth . LILIAN . AIRY , fairy Lilian , Flitting , fairy CLARIBEL .
... mavis dwelleth , The fledgling throstle lispeth , The slumbrous wave outwelleth , The babbling runnel crispeth , The hollow grot replieth Where Claribel low - lieth . LILIAN . AIRY , fairy Lilian , Flitting , fairy CLARIBEL .
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. One willow over the river wept , And shook the wave as the wind did sigh ; Above in the wind was the swallow , Chasing itself at its own wild will , And far thro ' the marish green and still The tangled ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. One willow over the river wept , And shook the wave as the wind did sigh ; Above in the wind was the swallow , Chasing itself at its own wild will , And far thro ' the marish green and still The tangled ...
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... wave - worn horns of the echoing bank , And the silvery marish - flowers that throng The desolate creeks and pools among , Were flooded over with eddying song . A DIRGE . I. Now is done thy long day's THE DYING SWAN . 55.
... wave - worn horns of the echoing bank , And the silvery marish - flowers that throng The desolate creeks and pools among , Were flooded over with eddying song . A DIRGE . I. Now is done thy long day's THE DYING SWAN . 55.
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... wave would make music above us afar- Low thunder and light in the magic night- Neither moon nor star . We would call aloud in the dreamy dells , Call to each other and whoop and cry All night , merrily , merrily ; They would pelt me ...
... wave would make music above us afar- Low thunder and light in the magic night- Neither moon nor star . We would call aloud in the dreamy dells , Call to each other and whoop and cry All night , merrily , merrily ; They would pelt me ...
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... wave I would leap From the diamond - ledges that jut from the dells ; For I would not be kiss'd by all who would list , Of the bold merry mermen under the sea ; They would sue me , and woo me , and flatter me , In the purple twilights ...
... wave I would leap From the diamond - ledges that jut from the dells ; For I would not be kiss'd by all who would list , Of the bold merry mermen under the sea ; They would sue me , and woo me , and flatter me , In the purple twilights ...
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Page 157 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
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Page 174 - Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon; And like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go; And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.
Page 181 - Before them of the ten years' war in Troy, And our great deeds, as half-forgotten things. Is there confusion in the little isle? Let what is broken so remain. The Gods are hard to reconcile: 'Tis hard to settle order once again. There is confusion worse than death, Trouble on trouble, pain on pain, Long...
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Page 122 - Had lost his way between the piney sides Of this long glen. Then to the bower they came, Naked they came to that smooth-swarded bower, And at their feet the crocus brake like fire, Violet, amaracus, and asphodel, Lotos and lilies : and a wind arose, And overhead the wandering ivy and vine, This way and that; in many a wild festoon Ran riot, garlanding the gnarled boughs With bunch and berry and flower thro
Page 78 - Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.
Page 81 - The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot : And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung, Beside remote Shalott.
Page 156 - Lady Clara Vere de Vere, You put strange memories in my head. Not thrice your branching limes have blown Since I beheld young Laurence dead. Oh your sweet eyes, your low replies : A great enchantress you may be ; But there was that across his throat Which you had hardly cared to see. Lady Clara Vere de Vere, When thus he met his mother's view, She had the passions of her kind, She spake some certain truths of you. Indeed I heard one bitter word That scarce is fit for you to hear ; Her manners had...