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" Camelot; And up and down the people go Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing... "
Selected Poems - Page 48
by Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1894
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The New Englander, Volume 8

1850 - 676 pages
...chilly and gusty day, beheld just that aspect of nature of which the following is a description ? " Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs forever By the island in the river." Yet who but Tennyson ever thought to describe it, or attempting...
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The United States Democratic Review, Volume 14

1844 - 671 pages
...edition : " Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Littlebreezes dusk and shiver Through the wave that rum for ever, By the island in the river, Flowing down to Camelot." The sunbeam showers breaking and quivering in the stream, is a familiar fact, and beautiful as it is...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pages
...down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk...isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott. By the margin, willow-veil 'd, Slide the heavy barges trail'd By slow horses; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd...
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The Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 6

1845 - 608 pages
...below, The island of Shalott. 1 Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Through the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river,...space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lidy of Shalott.' And so on, through the whole poem, the first part of the stanza ending with ' Camelot,'...
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The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pages
...I am half-sick of shadows," said The Lady of Shalott. By the island in the river PART III. Flawing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers,...And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott. A BOW-SROT from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley sheaves, The sun came dazzling through...
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The British Quarterly Review, Volume 2

Henry Allon - 1845 - 646 pages
...that runs for ever By the island in the river, Flowing down to Camelot. Four grey walls and four grey towers Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.' And so on, through the whole poem, the first part of the stanza ending with ' Camelot,' and the second...
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Poems, Volume 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 260 pages
...down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott, Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in...Shalott. By the margin, willow-veil'd, Slide the heavy harges trail'd By slow horses ; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd Skimming down to Camelot...
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Howitt's Journal of Literature and Popular Progress, Volume 3

William Howitt - 1848 - 432 pages
...must he have his part : " li'illoies tchiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Through the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river — " the island of his seelusion : yet, withal, he is not left comfortless; and though his situation...
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Mordaunt Hall; Or, A September Night: A Novel, Volume 2

Anne Marsh-Caldwell - 1849 - 324 pages
...expected every day. CHAPTER XII. " Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Through the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river." TENNYSON. A BRIGHT July morning, about seven o'clock, and, oh ! how sweet and lovely a morning it is...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 402 pages
...down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk...Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers By the margin, willow-veil'd, Slide the heavy barges trail'd By slow horses ; and unhail'd The shallop...
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