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" are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands ; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go. But in my spirit will I dwell, For though my lips may breathe adieu, I cannot think the thing farewell.... "
The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Complete in One ... - Page 441
by Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1857 - 524 pages
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The Medical World, Volume 35

Medicine - 1917 - 538 pages
...but surely are disintegrating them. Thus nature is forever building up and tearing down. "The hills are shadows, and they flow from form to form, and nothing stands. They melt like mists, the solid land like clouds, they shape themselves and go." The Big Trees. The Mariposa Grove...
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The Westminster Review, Volume 162

Literature, Modern - 1904 - 738 pages
...Professor Geikie (in his " Earth Sculpture") quotes wikh approval the lines of Tennyson: The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form and nothing stands. Let us complete the quotation: They melt like mists, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves...
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Progressive Exercises in Latin Elegiac Verse

Charles Granville Gepp - English poetry - 1830 - 194 pages
...thou seen ! There, where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and...themselves and go. But in my spirit will I dwell, And dream my dream, and hold it true; For, though my lips may breathe adieu, I cannot think the thing...
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The Eclectic Review

Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - English literature - 1850 - 910 pages
...again :— ' There, where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form; and...lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.' A passage wherein is harmonized sublimity of thought and of expression. For instant vividness, on the...
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The Princess: A Medley

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 1851 - 422 pages
...thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and...themselves and go. But in my spirit will I dwell, And dream my dream, and hold it true : For tho' my lips may breathe adieu, I cannot think the thing...
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In memoriam [by A. Tennyson].

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1859 - 234 pages
...thou seen ! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and...themselves and go. But in my spirit will I dwell, And dream my dream, and hold it true ; For tho' my lips may breathe adieu, I cannot think the thing...
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In Memoriam

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1859 - 211 pages
...the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and ihey flow From form to form, and nothing stands : They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clonds they shalx) themselves and go. li .f But in my spirit will I dwell, And dream my dream, and...
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In Memoriam

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 380 pages
...hast seen ! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and...nothing stands ; They melt like mist, the solid lands, But in my spirit will I dwell, And dream my dream, and hold it true ; For tho' my lips may breathe...
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In Memoriam

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 390 pages
...hast seen ! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and...nothing stands; They melt like mist, the solid lands, But in my spirit will I dwell, And dream my dream, and hold it true; For tho' my lips may breathe adieu,...
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Eclectic Magazine, and Monthly Edition of the Living Age, Volume 54

American periodicals - 1861 - 606 pages
...thou seen I There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea, " The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form and nothing stands ; They melt like mists, the solid lands, Like clouds they change themselves and go." No one could have written the foregoing...
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