The Early Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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So was their meaning to her words. No sword Of wrath her right arm whirl'd, [6] But one poor poet's scroll, and with 'his' word She shook the world. [Footnote 1: The expression, as is not uncommon with Tennyson, is extremely ambiguous; it may mean that he hated hatred, scorned scorn, and loved love, or that he had hatred, scorn and love as it were in quintessence, like Dante, and that is no doubt the meaning.] [Footnotes 2: 1830. Through.] [Footnote 3: 1830 till 1851. Though.] [Footnote 4: 2 1830. A.] [Footnote 5: 1830. And in the bordure of her robe was writ Wisdom, a name to shake Hoar anarchies, as with a thunderfit.] [Footnote 6: 1830. Hurled.] |
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