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Poems: In Two Volumes - Page 32
by Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1863
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Blackwood's Magazine, 65. köide

1849 - 792 lehte
...null's his sail : There gloom the dark-blue seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, atel thought with me — • That ever with a frolic welcome...foreheads — you and I are old ; Old age hath yet his honour and his toil ; Death closes all : but something civ the end, , Some work of noble note, may...
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Poems, 2. köide

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 lehte
...: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me— That ever with...thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old ; Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all: but something...
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Poems, 2. köide

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 lehte
...tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port : the vessel puffs her sail :...the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the...
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Poems, 2. köide

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 lehte
...tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port : the vessel puffs her sail :...the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd,and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the...
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New Quarterly Review; Or, Home, Foreign and Colonial Journal, 3. köide

1844 - 714 lehte
...tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods When 1 am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port : the vessel puffs her sail ;...the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toi1'd, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 lehte
...tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port : the vessel puffs her sail :...the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought withme — That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the...
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The American Whig Review, 2. köide

1845 - 732 lehte
...tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods When 1 am gone. He works his work, I in inc. There lies the port : the vessel puffs her sail :...the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the...
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Poems, 2. köide

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 lehte
...tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port : the vessel puffs her sail :...the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the...
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Essays and Reviews ...

Edwin Percy Whipple - 1848 - 372 lehte
...tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. 15* There lies the port : the vessel puffs her sail :...the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 65. köide

1849 - 864 lehte
...works bis work, I mine. There lies the port : the vessel puffs his sail : There gloom the dark-blue seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought,...foreheads — you and I are old; Old age hath yet his honour and his toil ; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet...
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