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... - gray eyes lit up With summer lightnings of a soul So full of summer warmth , so glad , So healthy , sound , and clear and whole , His memory scarce can make nie.sad . Yet fill my glass : give me one kiss : 85 THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER.
... - gray eyes lit up With summer lightnings of a soul So full of summer warmth , so glad , So healthy , sound , and clear and whole , His memory scarce can make nie.sad . Yet fill my glass : give me one kiss : 85 THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER.
Page 94
... soul with thine ! Untouch'd with any shade of years , May those kind eyes for ever dwell ! They have not shed a many tears , Dear eyes , since first I knew them well . Yet tears they shed : they had their part Of sorrow for when time ...
... soul with thine ! Untouch'd with any shade of years , May those kind eyes for ever dwell ! They have not shed a many tears , Dear eyes , since first I knew them well . Yet tears they shed : they had their part Of sorrow for when time ...
Page 97
... 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 gardens , blow Before him , striking on my brow . In my dry brain my spirit soon , Down ...
... 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 gardens , blow Before him , striking on my brow . In my dry brain my spirit soon , Down ...
Page 100
... a fruit of pure Hesperian gold , That smelt ambrosially , and while I look'd And listen'd , the full - flowing river of speech Came down upon my heart . " My own Enone , Beautiful - brow'd Enone , my own soul , Behold 100 CENONE .
... a fruit of pure Hesperian gold , That smelt ambrosially , and while I look'd And listen'd , the full - flowing river of speech Came down upon my heart . " My own Enone , Beautiful - brow'd Enone , my own soul , Behold 100 CENONE .
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Beautiful - brow'd Enone , my own soul , Behold this fruit , whose gleaming rind ingrav'n " For the most fair , " would seem to award it thine , As lovelier than whatever Oread haunt The knolls of Ida ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Beautiful - brow'd Enone , my own soul , Behold this fruit , whose gleaming rind ingrav'n " For the most fair , " would seem to award it thine , As lovelier than whatever Oread haunt The knolls of Ida ...
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