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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. " O all things fair to sate my various eyes ! O shapes and hues that please me well ! O silent faces of the Great and Wise , My Gods , with whom I dwell ! " O God - like isolation which art mine , I can ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. " O all things fair to sate my various eyes ! O shapes and hues that please me well ! O silent faces of the Great and Wise , My Gods , with whom I dwell ! " O God - like isolation which art mine , I can ...
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... things have ceased to be , with my desire of life . O look ! the sun begins to rise , the heavens are in a glow ; He shines upon a hundred fields , and all of them I know . And there I move no longer now , and there his light may shine ...
... things have ceased to be , with my desire of life . O look ! the sun begins to rise , the heavens are in a glow ; He shines upon a hundred fields , and all of them I know . And there I move no longer now , and there his light may shine ...
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... things always seem'd the same ! And round about the keel with faces pale , Dark faces pale against that rosy flame , The mild - eyed melancholy Lotos - eaters came . Branches they bore of that enchanted stem , Laden with flower and ...
... things always seem'd the same ! And round about the keel with faces pale , Dark faces pale against that rosy flame , The mild - eyed melancholy Lotos - eaters came . Branches they bore of that enchanted stem , Laden with flower and ...
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... things else have rest from weariness ? All things have rest : why should we toil alone , We only toil , who are the first of things , And make perpetual moan , Still from one sorrow to another thrown : Nor ever fold our wings , And ...
... things else have rest from weariness ? All things have rest : why should we toil alone , We only toil , who are the first of things , And make perpetual moan , Still from one sorrow to another thrown : Nor ever fold our wings , And ...
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... things ? 3 . Lo ! in the middle of the wood , The folded leaf is woo'd from out the bud With winds upon the branch , and there Grows green and broad , and takes no care , Sun - steep'd at noon , and in the moon Nightly dew - fed ; and ...
... things ? 3 . Lo ! in the middle of the wood , The folded leaf is woo'd from out the bud With winds upon the branch , and there Grows green and broad , and takes no care , Sun - steep'd at noon , and in the moon Nightly dew - fed ; and ...
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