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Seething Waters Breaking On Grey Stones

Alfred, Lord Tennyson was not given to a note of melancholy when a full-blown aria would do just as well: Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts … Continue reading

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Be Near Me When My Light Is Low: Tennyson

Be near me when my light is low, When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick And tingle; and the heart is sick, And all the wheels of Being slow. Be near me when the sensuous frame Is rack’d with … Continue reading

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