The Eagle (A Fragment )
He clasps the crag with crooked hands; / Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Beautiful City
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Beautiful city, the centre and crater of European confusion,
O you with your passionate shriek for the rights of an equal
; ; humanity,
How often your Re-volution has proven but E-volution
Roll’d again back on itself in the tides of a civic insanity!
More poems by Lord Alfred Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H. 7
Dark house, by which once more I stand / ; ; ; ;Here in the long unlovely street,
Duet
1. Is it the wind of the dawn that I hear / ; ; ;in the pine overhead?
The Princess: A Medley: As thro' the land
As thro' the land at eve we went, / ; ; ; ;And pluck'd the ripen'd ears,