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The Poetical Works - Page 125
by Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1873 - 327 lehte
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 lehte
...this world holds record. Such a sleep They sleep — the men I loved. I think that we Shall nevermore, at any future time, Delight our souls with talk of...mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword — and how I row'd across And took it, and have worn it, like a king : And, wheresoever I am sung or told In aftertime,...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 lehte
...by this people which I made,— Though Merlin sware that I should come again To rule once more—but let what will be, be, I am so deeply smitten through...Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword—and how I row'd across And took it, and have worn it, like a king : And, wheresoever I am sung...
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Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 lehte
...this world holds record. Such a sleep They sleep— the men I loved. I think that we Shall nevermore, at any future time, Delight our souls with talk of...rememberest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Eose up from out the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword...
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Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 lehte
...made, — Though Merlin sware that I should come again To rule once more — but let what will he, he, I am so deeply smitten through the helm That without...mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword — and how I row'd across And took it, and have worn it, like a king : And, wheresoever I am sung or told In aftertime,...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 lehte
...this world holds record. Such a sleep They sleep — the men I loved. I think that we Shall nevermore, at any future time, Delight our souls with talk of...my brand Excalibur, Which was my pride : for thou remembcrest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Rose up from out the bosom of the lake,...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 252 lehte
...this people which I made, — Though Merlin sware that I should come again To rule once more — hut let what will be, be, I am so deeply smitten through...mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword — and how I row'd across And took it, and have worn it, like a king : And, wheresoever I am sung or told In aftertime,...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 402 lehte
...by this people which I made,— Though Merlin sware that I should come again To rule once more—but let what will be, be, I am so deeply smitten through...Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful. Holding the sword—and how I row'd across And took it, and have worn it, like a king : And, wheresoever I am sung...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 404 lehte
...that I should come again To rule once more — but let what will be, be, I am so deeply smitten thro' the helm That without help I cannot last till morn....rememberest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Eose up from out the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 404 lehte
...that I should come again To rule once more — but let what will be, be, I am so deeply smitten thro' the helm That without help I cannot last till morn....rememberest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Eose up from out the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1856 - 400 lehte
...that I should come again To rule once more—but let what will be, be, I am so deeply smitten thro' the helm That without help I cannot last till morn....rememberest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Bose up from out the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword—and...
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