gales! Blest be the bard, whom golden Fancy loves, He strays for ever thro’ her blooming bowers, Amid the rich profusion of her groves, And wreathes … - Alfred Tennyson

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gales! Blest be the bard, whom golden Fancy loves, He strays for ever thro’ her blooming bowers, Amid the rich profusion of her groves, And wreathes his forehead with her spicy flowers Of sunny radiance; but how blest is he Who feels the genuine force of high Sublimity!

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About 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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Native Name: Alfred Tennyson, 1. Baron Tennyson
Alternative Names: Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson • Lord Alfred Tennyson • Alcibiades • A. Tennyson • Alfred Tennyson, Baron Tennyson • Alfred Tennyson Tennyson • Tennyson • 1st Baron Tennyson of Aldworth and Freshwater Alfred Tennyson • Alfred Tennyson d'Eyncourt • Lord Tennyson Alfred • Alfred Lord Tennyson • Alfred, Lord Tennyson • Alfred (Lord)
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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 looked down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror cracked from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott.
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