Lord Alfred Tennyson ( 8 of 98 )
I heard . . .
. . . the great echo flap
And buffet round the hills read more
I heard . . .
. . . the great echo flap
And buffet round the hills from bluff to bluff.
And rolling far along the gloomy shores
The voice of days of old and days to be.
And rolling far along the gloomy shores
The voice of days of old and days to be.
Shall eagles not be eagles? wrens be wrens?
If all the world were falcons, what of that?
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Shall eagles not be eagles? wrens be wrens?
If all the world were falcons, what of that?
The wonder of the eagle were the less,
But he not less the eagle.
Then she rode forth, clothed on with chastity:
The deep air listen'd round her as she rode,
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Then she rode forth, clothed on with chastity:
The deep air listen'd round her as she rode,
And all the low wind hardly breathed for fear.
And a million horrible bellowing echoes broke
From the red-ribb'd hollow behind the wood,
And thunder'd up read more
And a million horrible bellowing echoes broke
From the red-ribb'd hollow behind the wood,
And thunder'd up into Heaven.
Broad-based upon her people's will,
And compassed by the inviolate sea.
Broad-based upon her people's will,
And compassed by the inviolate sea.
Steps with a tender foot, light as on air,
The lovely, lordly creature floated on.
Steps with a tender foot, light as on air,
The lovely, lordly creature floated on.
I do sing because I must,
And pipe but as the linnets sing.
I do sing because I must,
And pipe but as the linnets sing.
