...section dealing with the mutability of the things of earth : There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen ! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. Tennyson might have come fresh from the reading of Beattie's...

...greater who remain, Nor let thy wisdom make me wise. cxxm. There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen ! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form,...

...fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. CXXIII. There rolls the deep where grew the tree. О earth, what changes hast thou seen ! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form,...

...they look'd in vain, My shame is greater who remain, cxxm. There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form,...

...look'd in vain, My shame is greater who remain, CXXIIL There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen ! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form,...

...that the Severn valley was in remote times a sea strait. There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen ! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. As we drove along we noticed that the soil of the ploughed...

...deeply glow, And every thought breaks out a rose. CXXIII. There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen ! There where the long street roars hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form,...

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...deeply glow, And every thought breaks out a rose. CXXIII. THERE rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form,...

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