Thursday, January 1, 2004

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O LOVE, Love, Love! O withering might!
O sun, that from thy noonday height
Shudderest when I strain my sight,
Throbbing thro' all thy heat and light,
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Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Ratnakar Mandlik 12 October 2019

Love love Whirl like leaves in roaring wind" Outstanding conceptualization wonderfully expanded.

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Vernon Crouch 07 May 2014

I think the line: The wind sounds like a silver wire is one of the most beautiful lines in poetry I have ever read. It garners an image of a high singular singing note that goes on forever; it lifts my heart with it. Vernon

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Free Bird 16 May 2012

wow its a really fantastic poem could u please visit me n read my poems

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Alfred Lord Tennyson

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