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... Or dimple in the dark of rushy coves , Drawing into his narrow earthen urn , In
every elbow and turn , The filter ' d tribute of the rough woodland . 0 ! hither lead
thy feet ! Pour round mine ears the livelong bleat Of the thick - fleeced sheep from
...
... Or dimple in the dark of rushy coves , Drawing into his narrow earthen urn , In
every elbow and turn , The filter ' d tribute of the rough woodland . 0 ! hither lead
thy feet ! Pour round mine ears the livelong bleat Of the thick - fleeced sheep from
...
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Of the thick - fleeced sheep from wattled folds , Upon the ridged wolds , When the
first matin - song hath waken ' d loud Over the dark dewy earth forlorn , What time
the amber morn Forth gushes from beneath a low - hung cloud . Large dowries ...
Of the thick - fleeced sheep from wattled folds , Upon the ridged wolds , When the
first matin - song hath waken ' d loud Over the dark dewy earth forlorn , What time
the amber morn Forth gushes from beneath a low - hung cloud . Large dowries ...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. His curtains , wasting odorous sighs All night
long on darkness blind . What aileth thee ? whom waitest thou With thy soften ' d ,
shadow ' d brow , And those dew - lit eyes of thine , Thou faint smiler , Adeline ?
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. His curtains , wasting odorous sighs All night
long on darkness blind . What aileth thee ? whom waitest thou With thy soften ' d ,
shadow ' d brow , And those dew - lit eyes of thine , Thou faint smiler , Adeline ?
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And thro ' the wreaths of floating dark upcurld , Rare sunrise flow ' d . And
Freedom reard in that august sunrise Her beautiful bold brow , When rites and
forms before his burning eyes Melted like snow . There was no blood upon her
maiden ...
And thro ' the wreaths of floating dark upcurld , Rare sunrise flow ' d . And
Freedom reard in that august sunrise Her beautiful bold brow , When rites and
forms before his burning eyes Melted like snow . There was no blood upon her
maiden ...
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Dark - brow ' d sophist , come not anear ; All the place is holy ground ; Hollow
smile and frozen sneer Come not here . Holy water will I pour Into every spicy
flower Of the laurel - shrubs that hedye it around . The flowers would faint at your
cruel ...
Dark - brow ' d sophist , come not anear ; All the place is holy ground ; Hollow
smile and frozen sneer Come not here . Holy water will I pour Into every spicy
flower Of the laurel - shrubs that hedye it around . The flowers would faint at your
cruel ...
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Bibliographic information
| Title | Poems |
| Author | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson |
| Publisher | C. Kegan Paul, 1878 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 23 Jan 2009 |
| Length | 379 pages |
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