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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.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes , Life Quotes , Sweet Quotes
  • The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath, And after many summer dies the swan. Me only cruel immortality Consumes: I wither slowly in thine arms, Here at the quiet limit of the world.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes , Summer Quotes , Death Quotes