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I dimly see My far - off doubtful purpose , as a mother Conjectures of the features
of her child Ere it is born : her child ! — a shudder comes Across me : never child
be born of me , Unblest , to vex me with his father ' s eyes ! “ O mother , hear me ...
I dimly see My far - off doubtful purpose , as a mother Conjectures of the features
of her child Ere it is born : her child ! — a shudder comes Across me : never child
be born of me , Unblest , to vex me with his father ' s eyes ! “ O mother , hear me ...
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And Dora took the child , and went her way Across the wheat , and sat upon a
mound That was unsown , where many poppies grew . Far off the farmer came
into the field And spied her not ; for none of all his men Dare tell him Dora waited
with ...
And Dora took the child , and went her way Across the wheat , and sat upon a
mound That was unsown , where many poppies grew . Far off the farmer came
into the field And spied her not ; for none of all his men Dare tell him Dora waited
with ...
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The child once more , and sat upon the mound ; And made a little wreath of all
the flowers That grew about , and tied it round his hat To make him pleasing in
her uncle ' s eye . Then when the farmer pass ' d into the field He spied her , and
he ...
The child once more , and sat upon the mound ; And made a little wreath of all
the flowers That grew about , and tied it round his hat To make him pleasing in
her uncle ' s eye . Then when the farmer pass ' d into the field He spied her , and
he ...
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Then thou and I will live within one house , And work for William ' s child , until he
grows Of age to help us . ” So the women kiss ' d Each other , and set out , and
reach ' d the farm . The door was off the latch : they peep ' d , and saw The boy set
...
Then thou and I will live within one house , And work for William ' s child , until he
grows Of age to help us . ” So the women kiss ' d Each other , and set out , and
reach ' d the farm . The door was off the latch : they peep ' d , and saw The boy set
...
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As God ' s above , ” said Alice the nurse , “ I speak the truth : you are my child . “
The old Earl ' s daughter died at my breast ; I speak the truth , as I live by bread ! I
buried her like my own sweet child , And put my child in her stead . ” “ Falsely ...
As God ' s above , ” said Alice the nurse , “ I speak the truth : you are my child . “
The old Earl ' s daughter died at my breast ; I speak the truth , as I live by bread ! I
buried her like my own sweet child , And put my child in her stead . ” “ Falsely ...
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Page 70 - There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine...
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Page 66 - Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of ShalotL Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right— The leaves upon her falling light— Thro...
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Page 84 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
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Page 65 - She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces thro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide ; The mirror crack'd from side to side ; ' The curse is come upon me,
Page 89 - I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race. Iron-jointed, supple-sinew'd, they shall dive, and they shall run, Catch the wild goat by the hair, and hurl their lances in the sun; Whistle back the parrot's call, and leap the rainbows of the brooks, Not with blinded eyesight poring over miserable books — Fool, again the dream, the fancy!
Page 191 - But though his eyes are waxing dim, And though his foes speak ill of him, He was a friend to me. Old year, you shall not die ; We did so laugh and cry with you, I've half a mind to die with you, Old year, if you must die.
Page 156 - And thro' the mountain-walls A rolling organ-harmony Swells up, and shakes and falls. Then move the trees, the copses nod, Wings flutter, voices hover clear : " O just and faithful knight of God ! Ride on ! the prize is near.
Bibliographic information
| Title | Poems Poems, Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) |
| Author | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) |
| Edition | 3 |
| Published | 1845 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 25 Sep 2006 |
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