Sonnet [Check Every Outflash, Every Ruder Sally]

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Title:     Sonnet [Check Every Outflash, Every Ruder Sally]
Author: Alfred Lord Tennyson [More Titles by Tennyson]

Check every outflash, every ruder sally
Of thought and speech; speak low, and give up wholly
Thy spirit to mild-minded Melancholy;
This is the place. Through yonder poplar alley
Below, the blue-green river windeth slowly;
But in the middle of the sombre valley
The crisped waters whisper musically,
And all the haunted place is dark and holy.
The nightingale, with long and low preamble,
Warbled from yonder knoll of solemn larches,
And in and out the woodbine's flowery arches
The summer midges wove their wanton gambol,
And all the white-stemmed pinewood slept above--
When in this valley first I told my love.

[The end]
Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem: Sonnet [Check Every Outflash, Every Ruder Sally]

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