PoemsE. Moxon, 1843 - English poetry |
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... 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 the gray - eyed morn About MARIANA . 11.
... 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 the gray - eyed morn About MARIANA . 11.
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... sleep I sank In cool soft turf upon the bank , Entranced with that place and time , So worthy of the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . X. Thence thro ' the garden I was drawn— A realm of pleasance , many a mound , And many a ...
... sleep I sank In cool soft turf upon the bank , Entranced with that place and time , So worthy of the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . X. Thence thro ' the garden I was drawn— A realm of pleasance , many a mound , And many a ...
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... sleeps in the central deeps Would slowly trail himself sevenfold Round the hall where I sate , and look in at the gate With his large calm eyes for the love of me . And all the mermen under the sea Would feel their immortality Die in ...
... sleeps in the central deeps Would slowly trail himself sevenfold Round the hall where I sate , and look in at the gate With his large calm eyes for the love of me . And all the mermen under the sea Would feel their immortality Die in ...
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... sleep forgotten , I wake forlorn . " IV . Nor bird would sing , nor lamb would bleat , Nor cloud would cross the vault , any But day increased from heat to heat , On stony drought and steaming salt ; Till now at noon she slept again ...
... sleep forgotten , I wake forlorn . " IV . Nor bird would sing , nor lamb would bleat , Nor cloud would cross the vault , any But day increased from heat to heat , On stony drought and steaming salt ; Till now at noon she slept again ...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. She breathed in sleep a lower moan , And murmuring , as at night and morn , She thought , " My spirit is here alone , Walks forgotten , and is forlorn . " V. Dreaming , she knew it was a dream : She felt ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. She breathed in sleep a lower moan , And murmuring , as at night and morn , She thought , " My spirit is here alone , Walks forgotten , and is forlorn . " V. Dreaming , she knew it was a dream : She felt ...
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