The Early Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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[Footnote 6: A coronach is a funeral song or lamentation, from the
Gaelic 'Corranach'. 'Cf'. Scott's 'Waverley', ch. xv., "Their wives and daughters came clapping their hands and 'crying the coronach' and shrieking".] [Footnote 7: 1830 till 1851. Through.] A DIRGE First printed in 1830. 1 Now is done thy long day's work; Fold thy palms across thy breast, Fold thine arms, turn to thy rest. Let them rave. Shadows of the silver birk [1] Sweep the green that folds thy grave. Let them rave. 2 |
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