I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. - Alfred Tennyson
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I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
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Alfred Tennyson
Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson (6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892) was the Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom during much of Queen Victoria's reign, after William Wordsworth, and is one of the most popular English poets.
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Alfred Tennyson, 1. Baron Tennyson
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Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson
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Lord Alfred Tennyson
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Alcibiades
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A. Tennyson
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Alfred Tennyson, Baron Tennyson
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Alfred Tennyson Tennyson
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Tennyson
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1st Baron Tennyson of Aldworth and Freshwater Alfred Tennyson
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Alfred Tennyson d'Eyncourt
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Lord Tennyson Alfred
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Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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Alfred (Lord)
Ah well, well, well, I may be beguiled By some coquettish deceit. Yet, if she were not a cheat, If Maud were all that she seem'd, And her smile were all that I dream'd, Then the world were not so bitter But a smile could make it sweet.
More than once when I Sat all alone, revolving in myself The word that is the symbol of myself, The mortal limit of the Self was loosed, And passed into the nameless, as a cloud Melts into heaven. I touch’d my limbs, the limbs Were strange, not mine — and yet no shade of doubt, But utter clearness, and thro’ loss of Self The gain of such large life as matched with ours Were sun to spark — unshadowable in words, Themselves but shadows of a shadow-world
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
