O ringlet, O ringlet, She blush'd a rosy red, When ringlet, O ringlet, She clipt you from her head, And ringlet, O ringlet, She gave you me, and said, 'Come, kiss it, love, and put it by: If this can change, why so can I.' O fie, you golden nothing, fie You golden lie.
"The Suppressed Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson"
Alfred Lord Tennyson
O ringlet, O ringlet, I count you much to blame, For ringlet, O ringlet, You put me much to shame, So ringlet, O ringlet, I doom you to the flame.
"The Suppressed Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson"
Alfred Lord Tennyson
This deficiency is made up by strengthening the first ringlet of the chain, that ought to be, but that is not, stretched to connect the two propositions.
"The Works of the Right Honourable Edmund Burke, Vol. VI. (of 12)"
Edmund Burke