Poems, Volume 2E. Moxon, 1846 |
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. To him replied the bold Sir Bedivere : It is not meet , Sir King , to leave thee thus , Aidless , alone , and smitten through the helm . A little thing may harm a wounded man . Yet I thy hest will all ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. To him replied the bold Sir Bedivere : It is not meet , Sir King , to leave thee thus , Aidless , alone , and smitten through the helm . A little thing may harm a wounded man . Yet I thy hest will all ...
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... replied , ( My words were half in earnest , half in jest , ) " Tis not your work , but Love's . Love , unperceived . A more ideal Artist he than all , Came , drew your pencil from you , made those eyes Darker than darkest pansies , and ...
... replied , ( My words were half in earnest , half in jest , ) " Tis not your work , but Love's . Love , unperceived . A more ideal Artist he than all , Came , drew your pencil from you , made those eyes Darker than darkest pansies , and ...
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... heart turn'd from her , as a thorn Turns from the sea : but let me live my life . " He sang his song , and I replied with mine : I found it in a volume , all of songs , Knock'd down to me , when old Sir Robert's pride 44 AUDLEY COURT .
... heart turn'd from her , as a thorn Turns from the sea : but let me live my life . " He sang his song , and I replied with mine : I found it in a volume , all of songs , Knock'd down to me , when old Sir Robert's pride 44 AUDLEY COURT .
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