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    3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
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The Princess

The Princess

Tennyson, Baron Alfred

Paperback

General Poetry

ISBN10: 1979842302
ISBN13: 9781979842303
Publisher: Createspace
Published: Jun 28 2018
Pages: 100
Weight: 0.32
Height: 0.21 Width: 5.98 Depth: 9.02
Language: English
Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day Gave his broad lawns until the set of sun Up to the people: thither flocked at noon His tenants, wife and child, and thither half The neighbouring borough with their Institute Of which he was the patron. I was there From college, visiting the son, -the son A Walter too, -with others of our set, Five others: we were seven at Vivian-place. And me that morning Walter showed the house, Greek, set with busts: from vases in the hall Flowers of all heavens, and lovelier than their names, Grew side by side; and on the pavement lay Carved stones of the Abbey-ruin in the park, Huge Ammonites, and the first bones of Time; And on the tables every clime and age Jumbled together; celts and calumets, Claymore and snowshoe, toys in lava, fans Of sandal, amber, ancient rosaries, Laborious orient ivory sphere in sphere, The cursed Malayan crease, and battle-clubs From the isles of palm: and higher on the walls, Betwixt the monstrous horns of elk and deer, His own forefathers' arms and armour hung.

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