 | Ronald Fletcher - 1991 - 456 pages
...immortality". Then didst thou grant my asking with a smile. But thy strong hours indignant work'd their will. And beat me down and marr'd and wasted me. And tho' they would not end me. left me maim'd. Immortal age beside immortal youth. And all I was in ashes.''7 This... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson - 1992 - 114 pages
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 | 1994 - 1952 pages
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 | Alfred Tennyson - 1994 - 644 pages
...and thy choice, Who madest him thy chosen, that he seem'd To his great heart none other than a God! I ask'd thee, 'Give me immortality.' Then didst thou...wills, And beat me down and marr'd and wasted me, To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes.... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1995 - 244 pages
...and thy choice. Who madest him thy chosen, that he seem'd To his great heart none other than a God! I ask'd thee, 'Give me immortality.' Then didst thou...wasted me, And tho' they could not end me, left me maim'd 20 To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth. And all I was,... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 pages
...and thy choice, Who madest him thy chosen, that he seem'd To his great heart none other than a God! 1 ask'd thee, "Give me immortality." Then didst thou...wasted me. And tho' they could not end me, left me maim'd 20 To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was,... | |
 | Lawrence Kramer - 1997 - 300 pages
...light and vainly longing for death. He has become the repugnant residue of his own lost masculinity: [T]hy strong Hours indignant work'd their wills. And...me, And tho' they could not end me, left me maimed . . . And all I was in ashes. //. 18-20, 23 How can thy nature longer mix with mine? Coldly thy rosy... | |
 | Johnny Payne - 1997 - 280 pages
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Then didst thou grant mine asking with a smile, Like wealthy men who care not how they give. But thy strong Hours indignant work'd their wills, And beat me down and marr'd and wasted me. And tho... 
