Kalpana Sharma

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Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Submitted By:Kalpana Sharma

Class- 9thC

K.V. No.1


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Poems

The Brook

Ask Me No More

A Farewell


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The Brook

I come from haunts of coot and hern,I make a sudden sallyAnd sparkle out among the fern,To bicker down a valley.

By thirty hills I hurry down,Or slip between the ridges,By twenty thorpes, a little town,

And half a hundred bridges.Till last by Philip's farm I flowTo join the brimming river,For men may come and men may go,But I go on for ever.

I chatter over stony ways,In little sharps and trebles,I bubble into eddying bays,I babble on the pebbles.


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With many a curve my banks I fret

By many a field and fallow,And many a fairy foreland setWith willow-weed and mallow.

I chatter, chatter, as I flowTo join the brimming river,For men may come and men may go,

But I go on for ever.

I wind about, and in and out,With here a blossom sailing,

And here and there a lusty trout,And here and there a grayling,

And here and there a foamy flakeUpon me, as I travelWith many a silvery waterbreak

Above the golden gravel,


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And draw them all along, and flowTo join the brimming riverFor men may come and men may go,But I go on for ever.

I steal by lawns and grassy plots,I slide by hazel covers;I move the sweet forget-me-notsThat grow for happy lovers.

I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,Among my skimming swallows;I make the netted sunbeam dance

Against my sandy shallows.

I murmur under moon and starsIn brambly wildernesses;

I linger by my shingly bars;I loiter round my cresses;

And out again I curve and flowTo join the brimming river,For men may come and men may go,But I go on for ever.


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Ask Me No More

Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea;The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape,With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape;But O too fond, when have I answer'd thee?Ask me no more.

Ask me no more: what answer should I give?I love not hollow cheek or faded eye:Yet, O my friend, I will not have thee die!Ask me no more, lest I should bid thee live;Ask me no more.

Ask me no more: thy fate and mine are seal'd:I strove against the stream and all in vain:Let the great river take me to the main:No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield;Ask me no more.


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A Farewell

Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,Thy tribute wave deliver:No more by thee my steps shall be,For ever and for ever.

Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea,A rivulet then a river:

Nowhere by thee my steps shall beFor ever and for ever.

But here will sigh thine alder treeAnd here thine aspen shiver;And here by thee will hum the bee,

For ever and for ever.A thousand suns will stream on thee,A thousand moons will quiver;But not by thee my steps shall be,For ever and for ever.


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