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Alfred‚ Lord Tennyson
‘”So careful of the type?” but no’
‘The wish, that of the living whole’
‘The Danube to the Severn gave’
‘I held it truth, with him who sings’
‘Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky’
‘By night we linger’d on the lawn’
‘I past beside the reverend walls’
‘When on my bed the moonlight falls’
‘Oh yet we trust that somehow good’
‘Be near me when my light is low’
‘With trembling fingers did we weave’
‘The time draws near the birth of Christ’
‘To-night the winds begin to rise’
‘If one should bring me this report’
‘Calm is the morn without a sound’
‘Fair ship, that from the Italian shore’
‘I sometimes hold it half a sin’
‘Old Yew, which graspest at the stones’
‘Dark house, by which once more I stand’
In Memoriam A.H.H.
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