560 Quotes by Alfred Lord Tennyson


  • Author Alfred Lord Tennyson
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    Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves a shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,and slips into the bosom of the lake:So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip into my bosom and be lost in me.

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