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ALFRED TENNYSON Antistrophe baby Baby's Shoes beauty bless blest blood blossom breath bright Cassandra speaks charm clearing rang cornet cosy chair Cradle Songs curse DAILY TELEGRAPH dare dear dearer death deeds delight Douglas Jerrold dread dreams ears earth easy chair Epode eyes face fancy father fear fierce gaze gladness gloom glory Gods gold golden green green island grief hand happy HARALD HARDRADA hear heard heart heaven HOME POEMS hope hour hush jessamine knew land laugh LINA lips live look Lord Lullaby MESSENIA mighty mignonette mirth mother neath never night NINETTE o'er one-but pleasant pleasure Praise prayer pride Pygmalion round shame shrieks sight sing sleep smiles song-writer sorrow soul sweet tears tell thee Theseus thine thou thought throne tongue Twas Ufton Court unto vengeance VIVIAN W. C. BENNETT weary wife wild wintry shower words
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Página 62 - The widow's cry that rose on high her only son to spare ! 0 bless'd be God that turned from him the sword and shot away ! And what to his old mother did my darling bid you say ?" " Mother, he saved his colonel's life, and bravely it was done ; In the despatch they told it all, and named and praised your son. A medal and a pension's his — good luck to him, I say ! And he has not a comrade but will wish him well to-day.
Página 62 - I've just come from the war; And well I know the 90th, and gallant lads they are ; From colonel down to rank and file, I know my comrades well, And news I've brought for you, mother, your Robert bade me tell.
Página 20 - ... mine grow cold ; Your aged eyes will see in mine all they've still shown to you, And mine in yours all they have seen since this old ring was new. And O, when death shall come at last to bid me to my rest, May I die looking in those eyes, and resting on that breast ! O may my parting gaze be...
Página 18 - Yes" made you my loving wife ! Your heart will say the same, I know ; that day 's as dear to you, — That day that made me yours, dear wife, when this old ring was new. How well do I remember now your young sweet face that day ! How fair you were, how dear you were, my tongue could hardly say ; Nor how I doated on...
Página 63 - He's bronzed, and tann'd, and bearded, and you'd hardly know him, dame, We've made your boy into a man, but still his heart's the same: For often, dame, his talk's of you, and always to one tune, But there, his ship is nearly home, and he'll be with you soon.