...perhaps one of the most perfect fruits of the poet's genius) : Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees. Who, after three such lines, will talk of English as a harsh and clumsy language, and seek in the effeminate...

...some long avenue of odorous limes, like the Trinity Avenue at the Cambridge " backs " in spring, in " The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees." This power of swaying words to the rhythm of poetic sensibility is one of Tennyson's finest enchantments....

...beauty depends on their suave syzygy of M-colors, aided by a delicious distribution of vowel-colors : The moan of doves in immemorial elms And murmuring of innumerable bees. Sounds, not Letters, alliterate. 309 CHAPTER XIV. OF ALLITERATION. ALLITERATION occurs where the initial...

...some long avenue of odorous limes, like the Trinity Avenue at the Cambridge " backs " in spring, in " The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees." This power of swaying words to the rhythm of poetic sensibility is one of Tennyson's finest enchantments....

...ehcpherd is appealing to his lovo to come down from tho mountain height : — " The children cull, und I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound, Sweeter...doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable beos." The tue of the liquid» combined with appropriate rhythm had a very pleasing rlTnct on the mind....

...upon bronzes and marbles and splendid bindings, and through the open windows floated the sound of " Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan...immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees." He was writing his Memoirs of the Court. Behind his chair stood a little cabinet with seven drawers,...

...threshold, he, Or hand in hand with Plenty in the maize, Or red with spirted purple of the vats, On foxlike in the vine ; nor cares to walk With Death...while with shut eyes I lay Listening ; then look'd. Pule was the perfect face ; The bosom with long sighs labor'd ; and meek Seeni'd the full lips, and...

...and sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hum-ing thro' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms,...innumerable bees." So she low-toned ; while with shut eyes l lay Listening ; then look'd. Pale was the perfect face ; The bosom with long sighs labor'd ; and...

...forget these empty courts, And thee returning on thy silver wheels. FROM "THE PRINCESS;" A MEDLEY ' Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height: What...immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.' NORTHERN FARMER OLD STYLE Wheer 'asta bean saw long and mea Hggin' 'ere aloan ? Noorse ? thoort nowt...

...forget these empty courts, And thee returning on thy silver wheels. FROM "THE PRINCESS;" A MEDLEY ' Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height: What...immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.' NORTHERN FARMER OLD STYLE Wheer 'asta bean saw long and mea liggin' 'ere aloan ? Noorse ? thoort nowt...