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Days and Hours

By Frederick Tennyson
Tennyson, Frederick (1807-1898)

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THE BIRTH OF THE YEAR.
  
SONG OF AN OLD MAN.
  
FIRST OF MARCH.
  
HOPE.
  
TO APRIL.
  
MAYDAY.
  
LIGHTS AND SHADOWS.
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AMBITION.—No. I.
  
AMBITION.—No. II.
  
TWO TRAVELLERS.
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THE BRIDAL.
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II
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VII
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A BIRD OF DAWN.
  
A DREAM OF SPRING.
  
SONGS OF AN OLD MAN.
  
THIRTY-FIRST OF MAY.
  
THE SOLDIER.
  
THE SKYLARK.
  
TWENTY-FIRST OF JUNE.
  
MIDSUMMER MORN.
  
NOON.
  
TO THE CICALA.
  
ZEPHYRUS.
  
THE GARDEN.
  
THE FOREST.
  
THE GLORY OF NATURE.
  
THE TWINS.
  
SONG OF AN ANGEL.
  
LOVE'S ANNIVERSARY.
  
ADELAIDA.
  
WOMAN.
  
THE VINE.
  
FLOWER AND FRUIT.
  
MARTHA.
  
ARIEL.
  
THE BLACKBIRD.
  
TO PHANTASY.
  
THE THREE BROTHERS.
  
MORNING.
  
EVENING.
  
THE FISHERS' HYMN.
  
THE STARS.
  
THE MOUNTAINS.
  
A SUMMER TEMPEST.
  
THE RAINBOW.
  
THE TEMPLE.
  
LOVE AND THE MUSES.
  
HARVEST HOME.
  
DEATH AND THE SHEPHERD.
  
WOMEN AND CHILDREN.
  
THE FIRST-BORN.
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AUTUMN SHADOWS.
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NO. I. Ah! Death, if, ere thy shadow seals our eyes
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NO. II. If Death should come at the appointed hour
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FLIGHT OF THE SWALLOW
  
A DREAM OF AUTUMN.
  
LOVE AND THE POET.
  
THE SONGS OF SORROW.
  
TO SORROW.
  
THE GOLDEN CITY.
  
A BIRD OF EVEN
  
PAST AND FUTURE.
  
TO THE POET.
  
THE POET'S HEART.
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THE GARLANDS OF MEMORY.
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THE PHANTOM.
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THE HOLYTIDE.
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PART I.
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PART II.
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PART III.
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PART IV.
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PART V.

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I

When Memory in the gloom of cypress bowers
Unwove her garlands, she laid down with sighs
Mournfully, one by one, the wither'd flowers
That were at morn the light of her sad eyes;
The wild buds she had gather'd had drunk up
Their matin dew, and died; gray dust of Death
Lay desolate in the Lily's silver cup,
The red Rose breathed not its voluptuous breath;
She said ‘the light is dying,
'Tis nigh the end of Day,
Cease, heart, Oh! cease thy sighing,
We must away, away!’
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