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" O, were I thou that she might take me in, And lay me on her bosom, and her heart Would rock the snowy cradle till I died! Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying as the tender ash delays To clothe herself, when all the woods are green? "
The Gentleman's Magazine, and Historical Chronicle, for the Year ... - Page 113
1848
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The Princess: A Medley

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1899 - 184 pages
...her heart Would rock the snowy cradle till I died. "Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying as the tender ash delays To clothe herself, when all the woods are green? "O tell her, brief is life but love is long, And brief the sun of summer in the North, And brief the moon of beauty...
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The Poetic and Dramatic Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1899 - 996 pages
...And cheep and twitter twenty million loves. 'Why lingereth she to clothe her bean with love, Delaving as the tender ash delays To clothe herself, when all the woods an green? ' 0, tell her, Swallow, that thy brood u flown; 9c Say to her, I do but wanton in the South,...
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Tennyson's The Princess

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1900 - 270 pages
...clothe herself, when all the woods are green ? ' O tell her, Swallow, that thy brood is flown ; 90 Say to her, I do but wanton in the South, But in the North long since my nest is made. ' O Swallow, flying from the golden woods, Fly to her, and pipe and woo her, and make her mine, And tell...
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Tennyson's The Princess: A Medley

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1900 - 186 pages
...heart Would rock the snowy cradle till I died ! " Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying as the tender ash delays To clothe herself, when all the woods are green ? 90 "Oh tell her, Swallow, that thy brood is flown : " Oh tell her, brief is life but love is long,...
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Memories of the Tennysons

Hardwicke Drummond Rawnsley - 1900 - 312 pages
...the Lincolnshire tree, and noticed elsewhere by the poet for its backwardness in coming into leaf: "Delaying as the tender ash delays To clothe herself, when all the woods are green." And again — " More black than ash-buds in the front of March." The "quarry," trenched along the chalk...
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A Guide to the Trees

Alice Lounsberry - 1900 - 476 pages
...clusters; the wings lanceolate and tapering to a point. " Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying as the tender ash delays To clothe herself, when all the woods are green ? " — TENNYSON. In the Eddas, the records of Scandinavian mythology, it is told that a mighty ash...
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Memories of the Tennysons

Hardwicke Drummond Rawnsley - 1900 - 312 pages
...the Lincolnshire tree, and noticed elsewhere by the poet for its backwardness in coming into leaf: "Delaying as the tender ash delays To clothe herself, when all the woods are green." And again — " More black than ash-buds in the front of March." The " quarry," trenched along the...
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Tennyson's The Princess: A Medley

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1900 - 186 pages
...her heart Would rock the snowy cradle till I died! " Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying as the tender ash delays To clothe herself, when all the woods are green ? 90 " Oh tell her, Swallow, that thy brood is flown : " Oh tell her, brief is life but love is long,...
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Memories of the Tennysons

Hardwicke Drummond Rawnsley - 1900 - 310 pages
...the Lincolnshire tree, and noticed elsewhere by the poet for its backwardness in coming into leaf: "Delaying as the tender ash delays To clothe herself, when all the woods are green." And again — " More black than ash-buds in the front of March." The "quarry," trenched along the chalk...
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The Poetical Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson ...

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1900 - 752 pages
...he.ii-t Would rock the snowy cradle till I died. ' " Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying as the tender ash delays To clothe herself, when all the woods are green ? " 0 tell her, Swallow, that thy brood is flown : Bay to her, I do but wanton in the South, But in...
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