...blue as your eyes. — [Tennyson.] 55. Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls. — [Tennyson.] 56. There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. — [Tennyson.] 57. They are but broken lights of thee. — [Tennyson.] 58. A beam in darkness. —...

...thee. IX. Queen rose of the rose-bud garden of girls, Como hither, the dunces are done, In gloss of eless pain, And drags at each remove .a lengthening chain. Eter ont, little head, sunning over with cnrls, To the flowers, and bo their sun. There has fallen a splendid...

...as it were a new strength."—GEORGE ELIOT. Tbere has fallen a splendid tear From the passion flower at the gate: She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate. The red rose cries, " She is near, she is near;" And the white rose weeps,...

...to him in the garden. Nature, reflecting human will, becomes a dummy for the poet's ventriloquism: There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower...the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate. The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near"; And the white rose weeps,...

...scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road. Those words — There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear — sang in my blood as I stepped quickly along towards Headingley. And then, switching off into the...

...stifled with impatience, listening in the hush of the summer night for the footfall that he loves: "There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower...the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate. The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;' And the white rose weeps,...

...scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road. Those words— There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dearsang in my blood as I stepped quickly along towards Headingley. And then, switching off into the...

...at the gate alone; And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the rose is blown. 94 coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;' And the white rose weeps,...

...ocupar nuestra mente y hacernos mover las piernas a su compás por el camino. Hé aquí esas palabras: There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my aove, my dear me encendían la sangre, al caminar presurosa a Headingley. Y luego, pasando a la otra...

...essay on the "pathetic fallacy" and quotes lines almost identical to these, but from Tennyson's Maud: "There has fallen a splendid tear/ From the passion-flower at the gate." 8 Interpretations that suggest that the tears can only be human, and that these tears have been shed...