This madness has come on us for our sins.

Alfred Tennyson


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She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces through the room

Alfred Tennyson

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There is sweet music here that softer falls
Than petals from blown roses on the grass,
Or night-dews on still waters between walls
Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass;
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,
Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes;
Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies.
Here are cool mosses deep,
And thro' the moss the ivies creep,
And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep,
And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.

Alfred Tennyson

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She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces through the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.

Alfred Tennyson

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Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.

Alfred Tennyson

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Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Alfred Tennyson

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So now I have sworn to bury
All this dead body of hate
I feel so free and so clear
By the loss of that dead weight

Alfred Tennyson

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And ah for a man to arise in me,
That the man I am may cease to be!

Alfred Tennyson


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No sword
Of wrath her right arm whirl'd,
But one poor poet's scroll, and with his word
She shook the world.

Alfred Tennyson

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And sometimes through the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two.

Alfred Tennyson


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