Excerpt from The Aesthetic Nature of Tennyson

No nightingale delighteth to prolong Her low preamble all alone More than my soul to hear her echo'd song T hrob through the ribbed stone, Singing and murmuring in her feastful mirth, Joyful to feel herself alive, Lord over Nature, Lord of the visible earth, Lord of the senses five.

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