Tag: Alfred
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The Brook by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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 thorps, 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…