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In that still place she , hoarded in herself , Grew , seldom seen : not less among
us lived Her fame from lip to lip . Who had not heard Of Rose , the Gardener ' s
daughter ? Where was he , So blunt in memory , so old at heart , At such a
distance ...
In that still place she , hoarded in herself , Grew , seldom seen : not less among
us lived Her fame from lip to lip . Who had not heard Of Rose , the Gardener ' s
daughter ? Where was he , So blunt in memory , so old at heart , At such a
distance ...
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... ere I knew mine own intent , This murmur broke the stillness of that air Which
brooded round about her : “ Ah , one rose , One rose , but one , by those fair
fingers cull ' d , Were worth a hundred kisses pressid on lips Less exquisite than
thine .
... ere I knew mine own intent , This murmur broke the stillness of that air Which
brooded round about her : “ Ah , one rose , One rose , but one , by those fair
fingers cull ' d , Were worth a hundred kisses pressid on lips Less exquisite than
thine .
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Tis a purer life than thine ; a lip to drain thy trouble dry . Baby lips will laugh me
down : my latest rival brings thee rest . Baby fingers , waxen touches , press me
from the mother ' s breast . 0 , the child too clothes the father with a dearness not
...
Tis a purer life than thine ; a lip to drain thy trouble dry . Baby lips will laugh me
down : my latest rival brings thee rest . Baby fingers , waxen touches , press me
from the mother ' s breast . 0 , the child too clothes the father with a dearness not
...
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I pledge her , and she comes and dips Her laurel in the wine , And lays it thrice
upon my lips , These favour ' d lips of mine ; Until the charm have power to make
New lifeblood warm the bosom , And barren commonplaces break To full and ...
I pledge her , and she comes and dips Her laurel in the wine , And lays it thrice
upon my lips , These favour ' d lips of mine ; Until the charm have power to make
New lifeblood warm the bosom , And barren commonplaces break To full and ...
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... look ' d so lovely , as she sway ' d The rein with dainty finger - tips , A man had
given all other bliss , And all his worldly worth for this , To waste his whole heart
in one kiss Upon her perfect lips . A FAREWELL . • Flow down , cold rivulet , 208.
... look ' d so lovely , as she sway ' d The rein with dainty finger - tips , A man had
given all other bliss , And all his worldly worth for this , To waste his whole heart
in one kiss Upon her perfect lips . A FAREWELL . • Flow down , cold rivulet , 208.
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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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