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" Whispering I knew not what of wild and sweet, Like that strange song I heard Apollo sing, While Ilion like a mist rose into towers. Yet hold me not for ever in thine East: How can my nature longer mix with thine? Coldly thy rosy shadows bathe me, cold... "
The Works of Tennyson - Page 95
by Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1913 - 1033 pages
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The British Controversialist and Literary Magazine, Volume 3

1860 - 452 pages
...renewed, and Tithonus ever stands gazing with cold eye on the bright goddess, and he cries : — " Yet hold me not for ever in thine East: How can my...power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead. Release me, and restore me to the ground ; Thou sees t all things, thou wilt see my grave : Thou wilt...
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The British Controversialist and Literary Magazine

Great Britain - 1860 - 880 pages
...thine East: How can my nature longer mix with thine? Coldly thy rosy shadows bathe me, cold Are ull thy lights, and cold my wrinkled feet Upon thy glimmering...power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead. Release me, and restore me to the ground ; Thou seest all things, thou wilt see my grave : Thoa wilt...
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Macphail's Edinburgh ecclesiastical journal and literary review, Volumes 29-30

1861 - 790 pages
...Whispering I knew not what of wild and sweet, Like that strange song I heard Apollo sing While Dion like a mist rose into towers. " ' Yet hold me not...power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead. Release me, and restore me to the ground ; Thou eeest all things, thou wilt see my grave : Thou wilt...
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Poetical Works, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 364 pages
...strange song I heard Apollo sing While Ilion like a mist rose into towers. Yet hold me not forever in thine East : How can my nature longer mix with...power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead. Release me, and restore me to the ground ; Thou seest all things, thou wilt see my grave : Thou wilt...
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The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc ..., Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 364 pages
...strange song I heard Apollo sing While Iliou like a mist rose into towers. Yet hold me not forever in thine East : How can my nature longer mix with...power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead. Release me, and restore me to the ground ; Thou seest all things, thou wilt see my grave : Thou wilt...
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The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Two Volumes in One

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1862 - 698 pages
...strange song I heard Apollo sing While Ilion like a mist rose into towers. Yet hold me not forever in thine East : How can my nature longer mix with...power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead. Release me, and restore me to the ground ; Thou seest all things, thou wilt see my grave : Thou wilt...
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Enoch Arden

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1864 - 1864 - 200 pages
...and sweet, Like that strange song I heard Apollo sing, While Ilion like a mist rose into towers. i Yet hold me not for ever in thine East : How can my...power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead. Release me, and restore me to the ground ; Thou seest all things, thou wilt see my grave : Thou wilt...
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Enoch Arden, etc

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - English poetry - 1864 - 240 pages
...sing, While Dion like a mist rose into towers. Yet hold me not for ever in thine East : X How can mv nature longer mix with thine ? Coldly thy rosy shadows...power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead. Release me, and restore me to the ground ; Thou seest all things, thou wilt see my grave : Thou wilt...
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Enoch Arden, &c

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1864 - 240 pages
...wild and sweet, Like that strange song I heard Apollo sing, While Hion like a mist rose into towers. Coldly thy rosy shadows bathe me, cold Are all thy...power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead. Release me, and restore me to the ground ; Thou see'st all things, thou wilt see my grave: Thou wilt...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 96

Scotland - 1864 - 808 pages
...turned to wormwood, and now can only long for death : — "Coldly thy rosy shadows bathe me, cold Arc all thy lights, and cold my wrinkled feet Upon thy...power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead. Release me, and restore me to the ground ; Ttiim see'st all things, thou wilt see grave ; Thou wilt...
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