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" Thro' my garden-bower, And muttering discontent Cursed me and my flower. Then it grew so tall It wore a crown of light, But thieves from o'er the wall Stole the seed by night. Sow'd it far and wide By every town and tower, Till all the people cried 'Splendid... "
The St. James's Magazine - Page 225
1864
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The Irish Temperance League Journal, Volumes 1-3

1863 - 594 pages
...grave." It might be said of thousands. " Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed ; TTp there camo a flower, The people said, a weed. To and fro they went, Thro' my garden bower ; And, mattering discontent, Cursed me and my flower. Then it grew so tall, It...
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Enoch Arden

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1864 - 200 pages
...the valley, by rock and cave and tree, The voice of the dead was a living voice to me. THE FLOWEE. ONCE in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there...flower, The people said, a weed. To and fro they went Thro' my garden-bower, And muttering discontent Cursed me and my flower. Then it grew so tall It wore...
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The British Journal of Homoeopathy, Volume 22

1864 - 722 pages
...whole art of medicine, that system of which, were Hahnemann to reappear among us, he might say : " Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed, Up there came a flower The people called a weed. To and fro they went Thro' my garden bower, And muttering discontent, Cursed me and...
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Enoch Arden: &c

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1865 - 276 pages
...•tz, , 0l" &>0 ^r^ters fl^^ "M^ &ev ^'^ ^ t>^ £ thirty >>. * and THE FLOWER. ONCE in a golden l^our I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed. , To and fro they went Thro' my garden-bower, And muttering discontent Cursed me and my flower. THE FLOWKK. Then it grew so...
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The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc ..., Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 414 pages
...And all along the valley, by rock and cave and tree, The voice of the dead was a living voice to me. THE FLOWER. ONCE in a golden hour I cast to earth...flower, The people said, a weed. To and fro they went Thro' my garden-bower, And muttering discontent Cursed me and my flower. 24 Then it grew ao tall It...
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Poems of Alfred Tennyson

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 734 pages
...And all along the valley, by. rock and cave and tree, The voice of the dead was a living voice to me. THE FLOWER. ONCE in a golden hour I cast to earth...flower, The people said, a weed. To and fro they went Thro' my garden-bower, And muttering discontent Cursed me and my flower. Then it grew so tall It wore...
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The Contemporary Review, Volume 4

1867 - 590 pages
...Mr. Tennyson, in "The Flower," says gracefully of himself what others have often said of him, — " Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed ; Up...Through my garden bower. And muttering discontent,— Coned me and my flower. Then it grew BO tall, It wore a crown of light, Bat thieves from o'er the wall...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1868 - 520 pages
...And all along the valley, by rock and cave and tree, The voice of the dead was a living voice to me. THE FLOWER. ONCE in a golden hour I cast to earth...flower, The people said, a weed. To and fro they went Thro' my garden-bower, And muttering discontent Cursed me and my flower. Then it grew so tall It wore...
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Enoch Arden

Alfred Tennyson, D.C.L. - 1868 - 342 pages
...living voice to me was as the voice of the dead, And all along the valley, by rock and cave and tree, THE FLOWER. ONCE in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there carne a flower, The people said, a weed. To and fro they went Thro' my garden-bower, And muttering...
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The Poetical Works

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1872 - 498 pages
...A.nd all along the valley, by rock and cave and tree, [The voice of the dead was a living voice to me. THE FLOWER. ONCE in a golden hour I cast to earth...flower, The people said, a weed. To and fro they went Thro' my garden-bower, And muttering discontent Cursed me and my flower. Then it grew so tall It wore...
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