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ONCE more the gate behind me falls ; Once more before my face I see the
mouldered Abbey - walls , That stand within the chace . II . Beyond the lodge the
city lies , Beneath its drift of smoke ; And ah ! with what delighted eyes I turn to
yonder ...
ONCE more the gate behind me falls ; Once more before my face I see the
mouldered Abbey - walls , That stand within the chace . II . Beyond the lodge the
city lies , Beneath its drift of smoke ; And ah ! with what delighted eyes I turn to
yonder ...
Strona 4
Ere yet , in scorn of Peter's - pence , And numbered bead , and shrift , Bluff Harry
broke into the spence , And turned the cowls adrift : " And I have seen some score
of those Fresh faces , that would thrive When his man - minded offset rose To ...
Ere yet , in scorn of Peter's - pence , And numbered bead , and shrift , Bluff Harry
broke into the spence , And turned the cowls adrift : " And I have seen some score
of those Fresh faces , that would thrive When his man - minded offset rose To ...
Strona 65
He heeded not reviling tones , Nor sold his heart to idle moans , Though cursed
and scorned , and bruised with stones : “ But looking upward , full of grace , He
prayed , and from a happy place God's glory smote him on the face . ” The sullen
...
He heeded not reviling tones , Nor sold his heart to idle moans , Though cursed
and scorned , and bruised with stones : “ But looking upward , full of grace , He
prayed , and from a happy place God's glory smote him on the face . ” The sullen
...
Strona 66
Consider well , ” the voice replied , “ His face , that two hours since hath died ;
Wilt thou find passion , pain or pride ? “ Will he obey when one commands ? Or
answer should one press his hands ? He answers not , nor understands .
Consider well , ” the voice replied , “ His face , that two hours since hath died ;
Wilt thou find passion , pain or pride ? “ Will he obey when one commands ? Or
answer should one press his hands ? He answers not , nor understands .
Strona 67
His little daughter , whose sweet face He kissed , taking his last embrace ,
Becomes dishonor to her race — “ His sons grow up that bear his name , Some
grow to honor , some to shame , – But he is chill to praise or blame . “ He will not
hear ...
His little daughter , whose sweet face He kissed , taking his last embrace ,
Becomes dishonor to her race — “ His sons grow up that bear his name , Some
grow to honor , some to shame , – But he is chill to praise or blame . “ He will not
hear ...
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Informacje bibliograficzne
| Tytuł | Poems Poems, Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson |
| Autor | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson |
| Wydawca | Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1851 |
| W formie oryginalnej | Uniwersytet Harvarda |
| W formie cyfrowej | 16 Lis 2007 |
| Liczba stron | 278 |
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