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" COME not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head, And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save. There let the wind sweep and the plover cry ; But thou, go by. Child, if it were thine error or thy crime... "
Littell's Living Age - Page 132
1851
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The New Englander, Volume 18

Criticism - 1860 - 1172 pages
..."Lady Clara Vere deVere," and from the man who could write the passionate and indignant stanzas, " Come not when I am dead To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave," — stanzas so full of keenest anguish, mixed with a pity which, were it not so fine and so forgiving,...
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Notes and Queries

Electronic journals - 1920 - 666 pages
...YARROW BALDOCK, Major. South Hackney. MISSING WORDS (12 S. vii. 232, 296). — The lines quoted : — Come not when I am dead To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, were written by the first wife of GeorgeMeredith, and will bo found in one of the earlier chapters...
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The Ladies' Companion

Women's periodicals, English - 1857 - 376 pages
...mist-hung churchyard and from the haunted moor we hear tones of mournful murmurs and grave rebuke — " Come not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears...round my fallen head And vex the unhappy dust thou couldst not save; Thero let the wind sweep, and the plover cry ; Bat thou, go by." THE GB INSTITUTION....
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Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 22

American periodicals - 1851 - 606 pages
...other blessings. STANZAS. BY ALFRED TENNYSON, THE POET LAUREATE. Come not, when I am dead, To drop tby and attesting the sanctity of thuse higher principles, which are duet thou wouldst not There let the wind sweep, and the plover cry ; But go thou by. Child, if it were...
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The Christian Parlor Magazine, Volume 8

Religion - 1852 - 302 pages
...the gladness which abounds in the world, spite of sin and sorrow, when we transport our thoughts Coma not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen bead, to some far distant clime and agel Beautiful nature is everywhere present, and that to make us...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 404 pages
...could understand ; And on the glimmering limit far withdrawn God made Himself an awful rose of dawn. COME not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears...round my fallen head, And vex the unhappy dust thou would' st not save. There let the wind sweep and the plover cry ; But thou, go by. Child, if it were...
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Poems, Volume 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 404 pages
...could understand ; And on the glimmering limit far withdrawn God made Himself an awful rose of dawn. COME not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears...There let the wind sweep and the plover cry ; But thou, go by. Child, if it were thine error or thy crime I care no longer, being all unblest : Wed whom...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1856 - 400 pages
...could understand; And on the glimmering limit far withdrawn God made Himself an awful rose of dawu. COME not, -when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears...save. There let the wind sweep and the plover cry; But thou, go by. Child, if it were thine error or thy crime I care no longer, being all unblest: Wed whom...
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My Third Book: A Collection of Tales

Louise Chandler Moulton - American literature - 1859 - 440 pages
...device— -where the yew and the willow wave forever over the great city of the silent. n Itnnj nf a Jte nf Come not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears...There let the wind sweep and the plover cry ; But thou, go by. TENNYSON. THE STORY OF A MAN OF BUSINESS, I DID not wait to hear the messenger conclude...
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My Third Book: A Collection of Tales

Louise Chandler Moulton - American literature - 1859 - 450 pages
...— where the yew and the willow wave forever over the great city of the silent. tnnj nf a ftlatt nf Come not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears...There let the wind sweep and the plover cry ; But thou, go by. TENNYSON. THE STORY OF A MAN OF BUSINESS. I DID not wait to hear the messenger conclude...
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