In MemoriamTicknor and Fields, 1854 - 224 pages |
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... touch thy thousand years of gloom . And gazing on the sullen tree , Sick for thy stubborn hardihood , I seem to fail from out my blood , And grow incorporate into thee . III . SORROW , cruel fellowship ! O Priestess in 8.
... touch thy thousand years of gloom . And gazing on the sullen tree , Sick for thy stubborn hardihood , I seem to fail from out my blood , And grow incorporate into thee . III . SORROW , cruel fellowship ! O Priestess in 8.
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... touched the land to - day , And I went down unto the quay , And found thee lying in the port ; And standing , muffled round with woe , Should see thy passengers in rank Come stepping lightly down the ... touch of change , No hint 28.
... touched the land to - day , And I went down unto the quay , And found thee lying in the port ; And standing , muffled round with woe , Should see thy passengers in rank Come stepping lightly down the ... touch of change , No hint 28.
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. And I perceive no touch of change , No hint of death in all his frame , But found him all in all the same , I should not feel it to be strange . XV . TO - NIGHT the winds began to rise 29.
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. And I perceive no touch of change , No hint of death in all his frame , But found him all in all the same , I should not feel it to be strange . XV . TO - NIGHT the winds began to rise 29.
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... touch of change in calm or storm ; But knows no more of transient form In her deep self , than some dead lake That holds the shadow of a lark Hung in the shadow of a heaven ? Or has the shock , so harshly given , Confused me like the ...
... touch of change in calm or storm ; But knows no more of transient form In her deep self , than some dead lake That holds the shadow of a lark Hung in the shadow of a heaven ? Or has the shock , so harshly given , Confused me like the ...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. But they my troubled spirit rule , For they controlled me when a boy ; They bring me sorrow touched with joy , The merry , merry bells of Yule . XXIX . WITH such compelling cause to grieve As daily 52.
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. But they my troubled spirit rule , For they controlled me when a boy ; They bring me sorrow touched with joy , The merry , merry bells of Yule . XXIX . WITH such compelling cause to grieve As daily 52.
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