The Princess (part 4) (Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems)
"'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun,If that hypothesis of theirs be sound'Said Ida; 'let us down and ...
"'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun,If that hypothesis of theirs be sound'Said Ida; 'let us down and ...
Ses Cullen, the cockie, he ses to me:"Now, I puts it to you in this way:If a feller....(Woah, Ginger! Come ...
Lone did I go within the ancient place, With hush?d voice, and slow and reverent tread; While on the walls ...
Heigh, Ned, owd mon, aw feel as fain As ony brid 'at sings i' May;Come, sit tho deawn, aw'll ...
the Chinaman said don't take the hardware and gave me a steak I couldn't cut (except the fat) and there ...
Now the "rosy morn appearing" Floods with light the dazzled heaven;And the schoolboy groans on hearing That eternal clock strike ...
The starlings they have come to town, With polka dots on their robes of brown; They sit a crowd on ...
I dinna ken what is the maitter wi' Jeams,He canna get sleepit at nicht for his dreams,An' aye when he ...
T' ground rises brantly to nor'-east,Wi' t' walls zigzaggin' ower t' intake-T' walls 'at wur builded first by t' Danes,Girt ...
The daybreak comes so pure and still.He said that I was pure as dawn,That day we climbed to Signal Hill.Back ...
SOFT-LITTERED is the new-year's lambing-fold, And in the hollowed haystack at its side The shepherd lies o' nights now, wakeful-eyed ...
All night I smiled as I slept, For I heard the March-wind feel Blindly about in the ...
Tail turned to red sunset on a juniper crown a lone magpie cawks. Mad at Oryoki in the shrine-room -- ...
KILMARNOCK wabsters, fidge an' claw, An' pour your creeshie nations; An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, Of a' denominations; ...
O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South, Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves, And tell her, tell her, ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
An olive fire's a lovely thing; Somehow it makes me think of Spring As in my grate it over-spills With ...
THE WIND stops, the wind begins. The wind says stop, begin. A sea shovel scrapes the sand floor. The shovel ...
THE CHICK in the egg picks at the shell, cracks open one oval world, and enters another oval world. "Cheep ...
Sweet life! how lovely to be here And feel the soft sea-laden breeze Strike my flushed face, the spruce's fair ...
Frowning, the owl in the oak complained him Sore, that the song of the robin restrained him Wrongly of slumber, ...
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