PUMPA - SMART LEARNING
எங்கள் ஆசிரியர்களுடன் 1-ஆன்-1 ஆலோசனை நேரத்தைப் பெறுங்கள். டாப்பர் ஆவதற்கு நாங்கள் பயிற்சி அளிப்போம்
Book Free Demo| When I set out for Lyonnesse | |
| A hundred miles away, | |
| The rime was on the spray; | |
| And starlight lit my lonesomeness | |
| When I set out for Lyonnesse | |
| A hundred miles away. |
| What would bechance at Lyonnesse | |
| While I should sojourn there, | |
| No prophet durst declare; | |
| Nor did the wisest wizard guess | |
| What would bechance at Lyonnesse | |
| While I should sojourn there. |
| When I returned from Lyonnesse | |
| With magic in my eyes, | |
| All marked with mute surmise | |
| My radiance rare and fathomless, | |
| When I returned from Lyonnesse | |
| With magic in my eyes |
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