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... rose , Or an underlip , you may call it a little too ripe , too full , Or the least little delicate aquiline curve in a sensitive nose , From which I escaped heart - free , with the least little touch of spleen . III . COLD and clear ...
... rose , Or an underlip , you may call it a little too ripe , too full , Or the least little delicate aquiline curve in a sensitive nose , From which I escaped heart - free , with the least little touch of spleen . III . COLD and clear ...
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... in her grave as her image in marble above ; Your father is ever in London , you wander about at your will ; You have but fed on the roses , and lain in the lilies of life . V. 1 . A VOICE by the cedar tree , MAUD . 21.
... in her grave as her image in marble above ; Your father is ever in London , you wander about at your will ; You have but fed on the roses , and lain in the lilies of life . V. 1 . A VOICE by the cedar tree , MAUD . 21.
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... d the whole inherited sin On that huge scapegoat of the race , All , all upon the brother . 4 . Peace , angry spirit , and let him be ! Has not his sister smiled on me ? XIV . 1 . MAUD has a garden of roses 46 MAUD .
... d the whole inherited sin On that huge scapegoat of the race , All , all upon the brother . 4 . Peace , angry spirit , and let him be ! Has not his sister smiled on me ? XIV . 1 . MAUD has a garden of roses 46 MAUD .
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. XIV . 1 . MAUD has a garden of roses And lilies fair on a lawn ; There she walks in her state And tends upon bed and bower ; And thither I climb'd at dawn And stood by her garden - gate ; A lion ramps at ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. XIV . 1 . MAUD has a garden of roses And lilies fair on a lawn ; There she walks in her state And tends upon bed and bower ; And thither I climb'd at dawn And stood by her garden - gate ; A lion ramps at ...
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... Roses are her cheeks , And a rose her mouth . When the happy Yes Falters from her lips , Pass and blush the news O'er the blowing ships . Over blowing seas , Over seas at rest , Pass the happy news , Blush it thro ' the 54 MAUD .
... Roses are her cheeks , And a rose her mouth . When the happy Yes Falters from her lips , Pass and blush the news O'er the blowing ships . Over blowing seas , Over seas at rest , Pass the happy news , Blush it thro ' the 54 MAUD .
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Page 71 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;' And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;' The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, 'I wait.
Page 149 - O WELL for him whose will is strong ! He suffers, but he will not suffer long ; He suffers, but he cannot suffer wrong : For him nor moves the loud world's random mock, Nor all Calamity's hugest waves confound, Who seems a promontory of rock, That, compass'd round with turbulent sound, In middle ocean meets the surging shock, Tempest-buffeted, citadel-crown'd. II. But ill for him who, bettering not with time, Corrupts the strength of heaven-descended Will, And ever weaker grows thro...
Page 67 - For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die.
Page 83 - A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee : Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
Page 136 - For tho' the Giant Ages heave the hill And break the shore, and- evermore Make and break, and work their will ; Tho' world on world in myriad myriads roll Round us, each with different powers, And other forms of life than ours, What know we greater than the soul ? On God and Godlike men we build our trust.
Page 83 - Half the night I waste in sighs, Half in dreams I sorrow after The delight of early skies; In a wakeful doze I sorrow For the hand, the lips, the eyes, For the meeting of the morrow, The delight of happy laughter, The delight of low replies.
Page 104 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling ; And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel, With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, — And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river ; For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 122 - BURY the Great Duke With an empire's lamentation, Let us bury the Great Duke To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation, Mourning when their leaders fall, Warriors carry the warrior's pall, And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall.
Page 69 - There is but one With whom she has heart to be gay. When will the dancers leave her alone? She is weary of dance and play." Now half to the setting moon are gone, And half to the rising day; Low on the sand and loud on the stone The last wheel echoes away.
Page 72 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.