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of the round table25
knights of the round14
for the first time12
is one of the9
was one of the9
i am going to9
the isles of shoals8
one of the most8
it seems to me8
the lady of shalott8
to go to the8
in one of her8
the isle of wight7
at the time of7
those who knew her7
i should like to7
in a letter written7
father will come to6
the queen of orkney6
in spite of the6
in one of his6
on the other side6
but as soon as6
lead and i follow6
harken ere i die6
of the holy grail6
at the same time6
i wish i could6
that he was not6
as if it were6
the death of his5
one of the first5
the passing of arthur5
the knights of the5
a part of the5
letters and literary remains5
he said one day5
as soon as he5
a letter written in5
here and there a5
in the midst of5
all along the valley5
up and down the5
as if he were5
from time to time5
a good deal of5
early in the morning5
at the end of5
i wish you would5
a great deal of5
after the death of5
he has been a5
i find the following5
as one of the5
the shadow of the5
he wrote to his5
the voice of the5
in the course of5
i shall have to4
of some of the4
would you like to4
the music of the4
he wrote one day4
the ridge of a4
it seemed to me4
i do not know4
knight of the round4
into the land of4
seems to me that4
among the isles of4
and this is the4
it must have been4
idyls of the king4
for the purpose of4
poems by two brothers4
in spite of his4
who had gone to4
at the age of4
and i will go4
i am sorry to4
it was a great4
in spite of all4
one after the other4
lady of the lake4
the glory of the4
as if she were4
brought to bear upon4
the rest of the4
of the same year4
for the sake of4
the lord of astolat4
the son of nudd4
as soon as i4
in this poor gown4
i have come to4
come to thee soon4
in the summer of4
in the hollow of4
will come to thee4
in the autumn of4
in all the world4
rode the six hundred4
i said to myself4
one of his letters4
it has been said4
it was one of4
the middle of the4
of the saturday club4
was not to be4
it is impossible to4
to be in the4
when i told him3
i will tell you3
they came to the3
as we have seen3
i love thee still3
close to the ridge3
he said he had3
the twilight falling brown3
there is a brief3
watch the twilight falling3
and on the third3
idylls of the king3
to those who knew3
one of her letters3
he used to say3
i hope you will3
a year and a3
be said to have3
of one of his3
the top there was3
of the water and3
the edge of the3
death rode the six3
the dumb old man3
on the shore of3
and why did you3
he had come from3
arm robed in white3
the subject of the3
come into the garden3
when he was only3
he would have a3
the quality of a3
it is for the3
that i love thee3
from all parts of3
not the son of3
on the same subject3
as if they had3
one of the chief3
i watch the twilight3
the son of a3
the world of letters3
it was a strange3
to be able to3
asked him why he3
of a noble down3
and i wish you3
noise and smoke of3
said to have been3
one year at cambridge3
that he could not3
then he has been3
the land of cameliard3
les idylles du roi3
the master of the3
be forgotten by those3
and smoke of town3
should like to see3
the side of the3
that no one could3
i could not help3
a glimpse of the3
one of his most3
would have been a3
could not bear to3
it was easy for3
i have just received3
if i do not3
in the history of3
into the hands of3
in speaking of the3
as well as to3
the voice of a3
i have never seen3
of the old oak3
so that no one3
where can i get3
when we reached the3
and with that he3
which he did not3
it was the same3
but he did not3
in the silence of3
so much the worse3
twilight falling brown all3
says in one of3
to say nothing of3
into the valley of3
at the head of3
and a few others3
to speak of it3
a few days before3
valley of death rode3
life of lord houghton3
the hollow of the3
but that i love3
could not have been3
far from noise and3
he could not be3
when the subject of3
i will not say3
one of the best3
on the other hand3
it seems to be3
if you love me3
in the winter of3
not only in the3
the banks of the3
and it is a3
until at last he3
of an old friend3
it was wonderful to3
with a kind of3
that it is the3
to the ridge of3
men and women who3
year and a day3
parts of the country3
but i do not3
it was in the3
one of the old3
in speaking of his3
a few days later3
go out into the3
not been able to3
let no man dream3
as well as the3
and here and there3
as if they were3
in the world of3
he could not see3
in the death of3
of the nineteenth century3
between such poems and3
an arm robed in3
the face of the3
but it was a3
dream of fair women3
much the worse for3
that he had been3
paced up and down3
and it is not3
see the holy grail3
vision of the holy3
side of the bridge3
forgotten by those who3
the helmet and the3
he seems to have3
new england life and3
the end of it3
and it was a3
in the isle of3
in the companionship of3
do you love me3
ridge of a noble3
i did not know3
of death rode the3
the value of a3
the time of his3
order of the round3
said in one of3
there is a little3
he seemed to be3
the author of the3
hall sixty years after3
son of a king3
to the world of3
robed in white samite3
the words of the3
is said to have3
in the way of3
locksley hall sixty years3
wrote to his publisher3
that she could not3
was always ready to3
is as good as3
the end of his3
only a few years3
as i have already3
the time of the3
the order of the3
in the middle of3
a matter of course3
in the spring of3
gives a picture of3
no king of ours3
if there were a3
he seemed to have3
it is difficult to3
if she had been3
the spirit of the3
the round table and3
drive away the heathen3
that it was a3
from noise and smoke3
the course of the3
with a sense of3
on the yonder side3
early the next morning3
manual of english literature3
the first of the3
seems to be that3
the valley of death3
in one of the3
the hand of the3
he said that the3
saw the holy grail3
he thought he heard3
in the month of3
a member of the3
the thought of the3
as soon as they3
and as soon as3
he was eager to3
now and then to3
the lady of the3
listen to a story3
of a visit to3
autumn and winter of2
him by the hand2
it was delightful to2
was very soon lost2
lost in sweet dreams2
that i cannot do2
he did not speak2
that i should have2
he was with us2
about half an hour2
all out of the2
this side of the2
brown all around a2
with her to the2
did not fail to2
his friends were to2
of what he said2
give a series of2
not have been more2
in the face of2
falling brown all around2
to give up the2
it may be said2
can you tell me2
love me listen to2
went back to the2
in the deep sea2
which will never be2
those who heard him2
gave it to me2
a word of thanks2
to urge thy crimes2
of the first importance2
and then it was2
far as i am2
a true wife to2
not be able to2
but i am not2
more than ever a2
locksley hall sechzig jahre2
so that he was2
he spoke of poetry2
it is nothing to2
down the beam stole2
if it were not2
the following note will2
poet to the world2
some thoughts of a2
it is a very2
to those who listened2
he loved to talk2
beside the door to2
long and earnestly upon2
the long period of2
from one shore to2
flowers and be their2
sweet grail glided past2
so far as i2
will come to his2
upon the minds of2
old man at the2
his last visit to2
to know what the2
with green walks without2
were a matter of2
the fashion of the2
for the time of2
she should be ready2
had seen a cheerful2
is not to be2
need hardly be said2
we are going to2
the western part of2
the woman of the2
gave arthur his remarkable2
that he might be2
looked as though he2
to him whom we2
the sound of the2
rather than for the2
out his whip and2
do these two things2
trying to get the2
poem of mine which2
the floor like a2
out of the corner2
meat and the cakes2
water lapping on the2
he rode up to2
those who never saw2
he was not a2
as though it had2
me listen to a2
he says of the2
he had left the2
of the life of2
she says in one2
you tell me anything2
i have not the2
in store for her2
and send it to2
could not be content2
on the death of2
the old oak tree2
in haste before his2
in the words of2
and taught him what2
do you wear the2
to break the blast2
it was only a2
when it has the2
about the room and2
on the whole we2
notes of his life2
and the other was2
to the right and2
there was not much2
i murmur under moon2
see thee laying there2
your horse and armor2
the blast of winter2
from before her face2
in the shape of2
out from one of2
he was about to2
it would be impossible2
more important than what2
to bear upon her2
she left the loom2
the king went on2
as he had passed2
and out of it2
to the life of2
out of the way2
in town in the2
once one of the2
to the passion of2
that nightingale singing in2
of nature and the2
a little bit of2
and every one who2
to the suggestions of2
in regard to tennyson2
the second time he2
the memory of a2
washing in the reeds2
next i saw a2
the yonder side of2
to be admitted among2
the circle of his2
that no one would2
rubies round her neck2
in this same year2
to the flowers and2
if he were the2
balin was given the2
rosebud garden of girls2
to the royal camp2
the coming of arthur2
that he ought by2
to see thee laying2
writing of uncle tom2
the men of his2
great insult done our2
rode down to camelot2
in the annals of2
as soon as you2
it was she who2
and i am trying2
geraint from her hair2
see the finger of2
of the new york2
and when we reached2
sweet dreams about a2
should go to europe2
there was a strange2
of a dinner at2
small window in the2
to believe that he2
said that the princess2
what grass is till2
i go on for2
the surface of the2
the royal camp where2
in one of them2
wind of the western2
was a great comfort2
lord tennyson was the2
what is going on2
well enough to leave2
three times and drew2
as a man of2
on the top of2
came out to greet2
is no king of2
the great lords from2
to pass the time2
with notes by rolfe2
but now they are2
all round the country2
and feeling are one2
to his friends in2
wine and the meat2
close of the day2
asked him whether it2
the dark of the2
and the three queens2
his knights of the2
i have made the2
by the author of2
you love me listen2
for he had no2
that the first time2
my pride in happier2
in the morning and2
passion of other men2
two or three years2
she carried in her2
was only a few2
daughter of gerlois and2
all sorts of stories2
as the fact that2
was not extraordinary that2
among them was the2
a noble maiden with2
the truth is that2
it is not only2
to the spot where2
pity almost makes me2
to tell the truth2
brother henry and i2
to read or to2
of his later life2
we can imagine the2
saw a woman spinning2
came in after the2
babe in the nest2
took the baby and2
but he was too2
as she saw that2
its entrance to the2
so they came to2
it three times and2
the baby and gave2
for all along the2
she was in the2
the old gray earl2
his translation of the2
i turn to the2
will slay you and2
time when he was2
haste before his throne2
wonderful to see how2
and rose in one2
there was only one2
on his own way2
homes and haunts of2
there was also a2
which in those days2
ring at the door2
and there was a2
curse is come upon2
the tent on the2
to the bristol channel2
sat down desolately and2
in the opposite direction2
as though he had2
to join the brimming2
pine on either hand2
a story i will2
makes me die to2
told him all that2
nobody knows what grass2
with a group of2
the dances are done2
in the boat and2
and lived in a2
the queen looked at2
somersby and bag enderby2
old king lot and2
the last news of2
in his later editions2
in advance of his2
his heel into the2
the previous evening in2
seat in the house2
to bear upon the2
as the year of2
is the time to2
had come to the2
rapt out of himself2
the chief events of2
are all sorts of2
may be said that2
we should like to2
like one of the2
i am glad to2
laureate seems to have2
there was much talk2
not come to curse2
to the memory of2
longfellow came in town2
with one of the2
impossible for her to2
thing to forgive to2
die to see thee2
and let me know2
over the floor like2
he felt like one2
because he has a2
about the same time2
into the region of2
and came to the2
desolately and began to2
is a letter from2
before all the people2
that he is not2
out of such a2
to make the reputation2
the heavens fill with2
of the men who2
the wine and the2
one of her early2
and down the hall2
we may say of2
nightingale singing in the2
them in the highroad2
earl made a low2
it is so pleasant2
of the rosebud garden2
old man turned away2
two or three times2
i have been doing2
that i have not2
a volume of his2
to the men and2
the round table at2
her life had been2
her hand in his2
where he had come2
him in the hollow2
style and the manner2
the rubies round her2
the nation that has2
man at the gate2
he came in and2
up out of the2
rise from his chair2
i find a few2
wished that he might2
not because of its2
it is not necessary2
which had just been2
as soon as the2
entrance to the bristol2
a little boat and2
tended him as gently2
every day of my2
it was like a2
and he was sometimes2
i am trying to2
on his horse and2
that faded old silk2
emotions of no common2
thought he heard the2
the next morning as2
it was a good2
lily and rose in2
holes in his head2
his whip and cut2
of his youth and2
she tended him as2
i shall be glad2
could not see him2
she wrote to her2
as i am aware2
to the friends of2
he took up his2
to soothe the spirit2
alfred tennyson was born2
i would rather have2
to the gates of2
put it in his2
and the rest of2
it were a matter2
the same time he2
and earnestly upon the2
the charge of the2
the world is not2
moon and stars in2
too characteristic to be2
our fair father christ2
finish of his work2
across the seven stars2
over and over again2
for men may come2
the whole story of2
hope that you will2
these are the best2
the daughter of an2
of the most beautiful2
and the meat and2
charlotte and emily bronte2
if you were not2
one of his poems2
at the tremont temple2
rose of the rosebud2
was heard to say2
arthur dispatched three messengers2
no shadow to me2
spoke not a word2
taught him what he2
she held up her2
haste to leave us2
shore to the other2
head tumbled over the2
do not speak to2
to his feet in2
let me tell you2
could not fail to2
fetched the wine and2
ever came back to2
she took pelleas by2
wrote to a friend2
i am tempted to2
as well as his2
a knight of the2
lancelot that he ought2
were thrown from their2
british and american literature2
said that he had2
men may come and2
down upon the prince2
who had never known2
in the old days2
great favorite of his2
him as he is2
one shore to the2
ought to be in2
was not so much2
the close of the2
demon of the woods2
it ought to be2
to the king and2
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with a great deal2
gratifying emotions of no2
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at the court with2
i saw you coming2
thing in the world2
he wished to test2
the next morning he2
his babe in the2
a war with england2
editor of the atlantic2
always be ready to2
was the wife of2
a counterpart in the2
to have a new2
of the two voices2
here is a letter2
he is one of2
he led his warriors2
charge of the light2
ten years older than2
into the royal crown2
master of the house2
which prevented them from2
and cried out to2
it was to him2
the daughter of a2
soon as he had2
the world of literature2
seem to have been2
said he had never2
of mine which has2
lot and good queen2
come back to this2
bedivere lifted him up2
last visit to england2
the man who was2
the metre of the2
rector of somersby and2
there is not one2
the modern poet who2
king arthur and his2
ought by all means2
difficult for her to2
there is a good2
stars the sweet grail2
in search of his2
one of her notes2
a friend who was2
did not seem to2
believed what she said2
that she should have2
the habit of his2
he could not bear2
charles and alfred were2
and he could not2
not with those of2
story i will tell2
been able to write2
the knight of death2
and in and out2
in among the isles2
course of the day2
tell me that i2
became the wife of2
from which i have2
the end of a2
on account of the2
replied that he knew2
records of a girlhood2
away into the land2
i have had a2
bragged of bad health2
it was with the2
lords from rome drew2
can do no more2
modern men of letters2
the promise of may2
flow to join the2
the feeling that he2
the meat and the2
company with a young2
soon lost in sweet2
and paced up and2
was known to be2
hollow of the old2
to him through the2
as the voice of2
for a year and2
of stories about that2
the long street of2
will not have a2
wish you would come2
the web and floated2
it is of no2
the trumpets of iskander2
i have not yet2
matter of his poetry2
it was given with2
loiter round my cresses2
to drive away the2
he could not help2
he rode down to2
voices and a dream2
and that he was2
the queen sent her2
it by the hilt2
felt so terribly sad2
you too shall be2
the scenes of his2
new volume of poems2
geraint wished that he2
locked her hand in2
not only the most2
break the blast of2
three times they broke2
to be one who2
tree left him lying2
only those who knew2
by a sense of2
i could have gone2
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to take arthur to2
i can see the2
declared him to be2
the hoary channel tumbles2
to the world in2
to this end he2
and put it in2
he drank in the2
know what to do2
the jaws of death2
the moment of her2
on the banks of2
at the tournament and2
crowned herself before all2
the first time in2
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some people say that2
top there was a2
the history of his2
but because of the2
parish registers of somersby2
out flew the web2
and by and by2
starlight of heaven is2
there was nothing to2
came back to me2
after a while a2
for those who love2
find a few words2
of the colored people2
by the fire and2
to see that the2
made it possible for2
found one of your2
to ride away with2
what did you see2
a very great lady2
was especially dependent upon2
of the light brigade2
one of the happiest2
the vision of the2
and it may be2
three messengers to leodogran2
to all the lords2
for a long time2
a hundred good ones2
she could not have2
have no time for2
tell us that the2
thee laying there thy2
periodicals and works of2
it is like the2
the beginning of his2
that she loved him2
of jane eyre that2
he thought he had2
faded old silk dress2
upon him in the2
in gloss of satin2
thrown from their horses2
queen rose of the2
the gates of camelot2
he wrote to a2
seen the holy grail2
the finish of his2
and said he had2
he said it was2
was not in the2
of the passing of2
said he would like2
was the first to2
i do not doubt2
those who were most2
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and yet it was2
him what he should2
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a poet to the2
the connection of the2
drove his heel into2
pride in happier summers2
that the knight who2
the name of his2
seemed to me that2
the same year he2
beam stole the holy2
impossible for him to2
the region of the2
county families of the2
one of her maids2
knows what grass is2
he was only sixteen2
expression with regard to2
as far as possible2
in the valley of2
the prize of beauty2
between the two friends2
in the dark of2
of his letters to2
let me see your2
a great comfort to2
the marriage of geraint2
down desolately and began2
a scholar and a2
a hundred miles of2
he was able to2
on his shield and2
those who have not2
never be forgotten by2
the heathen and the2
there above the little2
am the daughter of2
on chalk and sand2
shut down over the2
insult done our queen2
oak tree left him2
lives of english authors2
legend of the holy2
all the world who2
he took his seat2
the passion of other2
for the pleasure of2
grammar school four years2
to the back of2
he says he has2
do not ask me2
the valley of the2
he would like to2
leodogran did not know2
i have seen him2
the shape of a2
but i go on2
to be one of2
a sense of the2
with a sort of2
made a low bow2
passages in his letters2
note on the subject2
the lords and ladies2
voice of the dead2
the matter of his2
one of his lectures2
her letters of the2
call the woman of2
the month of may2
the parish registers of2
he confessed one day2
one morning as he2
woman of the house2
what you have done2
this poor gown i2
remind us of the2
of gerlois and ygerne2
of british and american2
louth grammar school four2
bowed low to the2
from his early youth2
region of the divine2
did not speak to2
not the man who2
to faint in the2
then arthur turned to2
in the light of2
given the crown to2
the king and the2
of the three queens2
tent on the beach2
those who saw him2
quite as much as2
some of them looked2
those dear to him2
said to her and2
caught a glimpse of2
a reader of tennyson2
to tell us how2
but nobody knows what2
the sound of a2
him feel that he2
was about to strike2
was during one of2
prevent him from being2
fell to the earth2
it was easy to2
in lands of palm2
caught it by the2
of a poet to2
had the privilege of2
upon the printed page2
and on the other2
old oak tree left2
rose to his feet2
skipping again and again2
personal recollections and unpublished2
had said to her2
think not that i2
families of the united2
he was filled with2
ways of the world2
that of any other2
at the last moment2
saw the helmet and2
am not sure that2
that you are mine2
pelleas by the hand2
i do not feel2
been one of the2
curve and flow to2
there was a wild2
be king some day2
was a wild storm2
this way and that2
when there was a2
he came in to2
it would have been2
seems to have been2
would be a good2
you like to see2
of the western sea2
and alfred were at2
it was the deep2
possible for him to2
come to curse thee2
he had had the2
for a brief period2
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