...other's whispered speech; Eating the lotos, day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving lines of creamy spray : To lend...melancholy; To muse and brood and live again in memory, With the old faces of our infancy Heaped over with a mound of grass, Two handfuls of white dust shut in...

...other's whisper'd speech : Eating the lotus day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving lines of creamy spray : To lend...brood, and live again in memory With those old faces of our^infancy, Heaped over with a mound of grass, Two handfuls of white dust shut in an urn of brass...

...temptation without asking their leave. He left them no more leisure to reflect on those old faces of their infancy, Heap'd over with a mound of grass, Two handfuls of white dust, shut in an urn of brass. This is surely one of Tennyson's most magical feats of poetical compression. Far more finely and completely...

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...other's whisper'd speech, Eating the lotos day by day ; To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, lAnd tender curving lines of creamy spray : To lend our hearts and spirits wholly To the influence of mild- minded melancholy; To muse, and brood, and live again in memory With those old faces of our infaucy,...

...ipeech, Eating the lotos day by day ; To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving Hues of creamy spray: To lend our hearts and spirits wholly To the influence of mild- minded melancholy ; To muse, and brood, and live again in memory With those old faces of our...

...other's whispered speech; Eating the Lotos, day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving lines of creamy spray: To lend...again in memory, With those old faces of our infancy Heaped over with a mound of grass, Two handfuls of white dust, shut in an urn of brass! 6. And their...

...dream and dream, like yonder amber light, That will not leave the myrrh bush on the height ; ***** To muse and brood, and live again in memory With those old fancies of our infancy Heaped over with a mound of grass — Two handfuls of white dust within an urn...

...the hills. How sweet in such a place, at such an hour, " To hear each other's whisper'd speech .... To muse, and brood, and live again in memory, With...with a mound of grass, Two handfuls of white dust." Here is a picture of another order — a waterpiece with figures and cattle — from my Up-Country...

...other's whispered speech ; Eating the Lotos day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving lines of creamy spray. To lend...melancholy To muse and brood, and live again in memory. TENNYSON. That hears all night The plunging seas draw backward from the land Their moon-led waters...