Maud, and Other PoemsTicknor and Fields, 1856 - 164 |
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... wakeful ear in the hush of the moonless nights , While another is cheating the sick of a few last gasps , as he sits To pestle a poison'd poison behind his crimson lights . • 12 . When a Mammonite mother kills her babe for 6 MAUD .
... wakeful ear in the hush of the moonless nights , While another is cheating the sick of a few last gasps , as he sits To pestle a poison'd poison behind his crimson lights . • 12 . When a Mammonite mother kills her babe for 6 MAUD .
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... silent thing that had made false haste to the grave Wrapt in a cloak , as I saw him , and thought he would rise and speak And rave at the lie and the liar , ah God , as he used to rave . 16 . I am sick of the Hall and the 8 MAUD .
... silent thing that had made false haste to the grave Wrapt in a cloak , as I saw him , and thought he would rise and speak And rave at the lie and the liar , ah God , as he used to rave . 16 . I am sick of the Hall and the 8 MAUD .
Strona 9
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. 16 . I am sick of the Hall and the hill , I am sick of the moor and the main . Why should I stay ? can a sweeter chance ever come to me here ? O , having the nerves of motion as well as the nerves of pain ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. 16 . I am sick of the Hall and the hill , I am sick of the moor and the main . Why should I stay ? can a sweeter chance ever come to me here ? O , having the nerves of motion as well as the nerves of pain ...
Strona 35
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Like a sudden spark Struck vainly in the night , And back returns the dark With no more hope of light . X. 1 . SICK , am I sick of a D 2 MAUD . 35.
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Like a sudden spark Struck vainly in the night , And back returns the dark With no more hope of light . X. 1 . SICK , am I sick of a D 2 MAUD . 35.
Strona 36
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. X. 1 . SICK , am I sick of a jealous dread ? Was not one of the two at her side This new - made lord , whose splendour plucks The slavish hat from the villager's head ? Whose old grand - father has lately ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. X. 1 . SICK , am I sick of a jealous dread ? Was not one of the two at her side This new - made lord , whose splendour plucks The slavish hat from the villager's head ? Whose old grand - father has lately ...
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ask'd babble bailiff beat beauty bell be toll'd blood Blush bow'd breath Breton brimming river brook brother bury Cannon cheat cold crush'd dance dark dead dear delight DOVER STREET dream DUKE OF WELLINGTON dust echo EDWARD MOXON evermore eyes F. D. MAURICE fair father feet flash'd flow To join garden glimmer gloom glory golden gone grave half Hall hand happy happy day head hear heart heart of stone Heaven honour join the brimming Katie land lichen Light Brigade lilies Lombard look'd lord love go madness marriage Maud meadow moor Mourn never night o'er passionate peace people's voice Philip poison'd poor pride rings rivulet Rode the six rose Rosy rough but kind round seem'd shadow shining sick sighs silent six hundred smile sorrow spleen stood sweet talk thee thing thou thought thro turn'd vext walks weep wood