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  • She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthly bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
  • 4 years ago



    Tags : Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes , Life Quotes , Sweet Quotes
  • Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver, thro' the wave that runs forever by the island in the river, flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls and four gray towers, overlook a space of flowers, and the silent isle imbowers, the Lady of Shalott.
  • 4 years ago



    Tags : Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes , Running Quotes , Wall Quotes