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If my nurse , who knew My voice so well , sometimes misunderstood While I was resting on her knee both arms And hitting it to make her mind my words , And looking in her face , and she in mine , Might he not also hear one word amiss ...
If my nurse , who knew My voice so well , sometimes misunderstood While I was resting on her knee both arms And hitting it to make her mind my words , And looking in her face , and she in mine , Might he not also hear one word amiss ...
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but he heard me not , Or hearing would not hear me , woe is me ! ' O mother Ida , many - fountained Ida , Dear mother Ida , hearken ere I die . Idalian Aphrodite beautiful , Fresh as the foam , new - bathed in Paphian wells , With rosy ...
but he heard me not , Or hearing would not hear me , woe is me ! ' O mother Ida , many - fountained Ida , Dear mother Ida , hearken ere I die . Idalian Aphrodite beautiful , Fresh as the foam , new - bathed in Paphian wells , With rosy ...
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Tennyson me , ' O mother , hear me yet before I die . I will not die alone , for fiery thoughts Do shape themselves within me , more and more , Whereof I catch the issue , as I hear Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills ...
Tennyson me , ' O mother , hear me yet before I die . I will not die alone , for fiery thoughts Do shape themselves within me , more and more , Whereof I catch the issue , as I hear Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills ...
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Contents
I | 1 |
John SKBLTON c 14601529 | 12 |
SIR PHILIP SIDNEY 15541586 | 56 |
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Bibliographic information
| Title | The Penguin Book of Narrative Verse Part 49 of The Penguin poets |
| Editor | David Herbert |
| Publisher | Middlesex, 1960 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 27 Feb 2005 |
| Length | 462 pages |
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