Poems, Volume 2E. Moxon, 1846 |
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Into the world without ; till close at hand , And almost ere I knew mine own intent ... Till every daisy slept , and Love's white star Beam'd thro ' the thicken'd cedar in the dusk . So home we went , and ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Into the world without ; till close at hand , And almost ere I knew mine own intent ... Till every daisy slept , and Love's white star Beam'd thro ' the thicken'd cedar in the dusk . So home we went , and ...
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... till he laugh'd aloud ; And , while the blackbird on the pippin hung To hear him , clapt his hand in mine and sang— " Oh ! who would fight and march and countermarch , Be shot for sixpence in a battle - field , And shovell'd up into a ...
... till he laugh'd aloud ; And , while the blackbird on the pippin hung To hear him , clapt his hand in mine and sang— " Oh ! who would fight and march and countermarch , Be shot for sixpence in a battle - field , And shovell'd up into a ...
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... till she pigg'd . Large range of prospect had the mother sow , And but for daily loss of one she loved , As one by one we took them - but for this- As never sow was higher in this world- Might have been happy : but what lot is pure ? We ...
... till she pigg'd . Large range of prospect had the mother sow , And but for daily loss of one she loved , As one by one we took them - but for this- As never sow was higher in this world- Might have been happy : but what lot is pure ? We ...
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