 And come, for Love is of the valley, come, For Love is of the valley, come thou down And find him; by the happy threshold, he, Or hand in hand with Plenty in the maize, Or red with spirted purple of the vats, Or foxlike in the vine ; nor cares to walk...  The Princess: A Medley - Стр. 163авторы: Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - Страниц: 177Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Thomas Starr King - 1860 - Страниц: 446
...sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of iunumerable bees. Such is the invitation with which North Conway coaxes us from the gaunt and grizzly... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - Страниц: 376
...is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And...low-toned ; while with shut eyes I lay Listening ; then looked. Pale was the perfect face ; The bosom with long sighs labored ; and meek Seemed the full lips,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - Страниц: 366
...is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And...low-toned ; while with shut eyes I lay Listening ; then looked. Pale was the perfect face ; The bosom with long sighs labored ; and meek Seemed the full lips,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1863 - Страниц: 468
...Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, VOL. II. 19 The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring...low-toned ; while with shut eyes I lay Listening ; then looked. Pale was the perfect face ; The bosom with long sighs labored ; and meek Seemed the full lips,... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1864 - Страниц: 692
...: but follow ; let the torrent dance thee down to find him in the valley ; let the wild k-an-headed Eagles yelp alone, and leave the monstrous ledges...immemorial elms and murmuring of innumerable bees.' 1269 So she low-toned; while with shut eyes I lay listening; then looked. Pale was the perfea face;... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1865 - Страниц: 504
...is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees. 1bid. Canto vii. Happy he With such a mother ! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - Страниц: 734
...the vats, Or foxlike in the vine ; nor cares to walk With Death and Morning on the silver horns, Xor wilt thou snare him in the white ravine, Nor find...low-toned ; while with shut eyes I lay Listening ; then looked. Pale was the perfect face ; The bosom with long sighs labor'd : and meek Seem'd the full lips,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1866 - Страниц: 222
...children call, and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every Bound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn,...while with shut eyes I lay Listening ; then look'd. Pule was the perfect face : The bosom with long sighs labour'd ; and meek Seem'd the full lips, and... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - Страниц: 398
...sweet is every sound, Sweetor tLy voice, but every sound is sweet; My.iads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And...low-toned ; while with shut eyes I lay Listening ; then looked. Pale was the perfect face The bosom with long sighs labored ; and meek Seemed the full lips,... | |
 | Cheltenham College - 1868 - Страниц: 412
...Memoriam, ' Calm is the morn without a sound ? ' Or the never-to-be-omitted lines in the Princess. ' Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan...immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.' Or there, that is enough ! he who wrote all those wonderful lines that we all know, also wrote The... | |
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