The Suppressed Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson

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cry, we are

le me the how

nods unto

s whisper to

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nd still, and the

groans, and the

t high, and hi

ake or wheth

sleep or wh

re you? W

le me the how

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he meaning of

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s somewhat; bu

l if that so

bird pipeth

oods when the

ird sits on the

is face and sho

l scuds down the

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is with a s

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le me the wha