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Alfred Lord Tennyson

Crossing The Bar

Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! ...

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Dip down upon the northern shore

Dip down upon the northern shore, O sweet new-year, delaying long; Thou doest expectant Nature wrong, Delaying long, delay no more. What stays thee from the clouded noons, Thy sweetness from its proper place? Can trouble live with April days, Or sadness in the summer moons? Bring orchis, bring the fox-glove spire, The little speedwell’s darling blue, Deep tulips dashed ...

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Northern Farmer

Dosn’t thou ‘ear my ‘erse’s legs, as they canters awaäy? Proputty, proputty, proputty–that’s what I ‘ears ’em saäy. Proputty, proputty, proputty–Sam, thou’s an ass for thy paaïns: Theer’s moor sense i’ one o’ ‘is legs, nor in all thy braaïns. Woä–theer’s a craw to pluck wi’ tha, Sam; yon ‘s parson’s ‘ouse– Dosn’t thou knaw that a man mun be ...

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In Memoriam

By night we linger’d on the lawn, For underfoot the herb was dry; And genial warmth; and o’er the sky The silvery haze of summer drawn; And calm that let the tapers burn Unwavering: not a cricket chirr’d: The brook alone far-off was heard, And on the board the fluttering urn: And bats went round in fragrant skies, And wheel’d ...

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The Sailor Boy

He rose at dawn and, fired with hope, Shot o’er the seething harbour-bar, And reach’d the ship and caught the rope, And whistled to the morning star. And while he whistled long and loud He heard a fierce mermaiden cry, “O boy, tho’ thou are young and proud, I see the place where thou wilt lie. “The sands and yeasty ...

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The Tears Of Heaven

Heaven weeps above the earth all night till morn, In darkness weeps, as all ashamed to weep, Because the earth hath made her state forlorn With selfwrought evils of unnumbered years, And doth the fruit of her dishonour reap. And all the day heaven gathers back her tears Into her own blue eyes so clear and deep, And showering down ...

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