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" Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes ; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful... "
Nile Notes of a Howadji - 104. oldal
szerző: George William Curtis - 1851 - 320 oldal
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, 181. kötet

1895 - 588 oldal
...lies Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes ; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And through the moss the...And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.' In the ' Ulysses ' the poet sings of the manly spirit which rises superior to all these temptations....

Blackwood's Magazine, 65. kötet

1849 - 792 oldal
...lies, Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes ; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And through the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leav'd flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. II. " Why are we weighed...

Punch, 12-13. kötet

1847 - 574 oldal
...dosing ; for — " Here are cool mosses deep. And thro' tbc moos the Ivies creep, Aiid in the Btrc-am the long-leaved flowers weep. And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep." — All being beautifully descriptive of the scene and atmosphere of Downing Street. And now the Deputation...

Poems, 1. kötet

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1843 - 260 oldal
...; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved...And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. 2. Why are we weigh'd upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with sharp distress, While all things...

The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, 16-17. kötet

1849 - 608 oldal
...eyelids upon (ir'd eyes ; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cnol mosses deep. And through the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leav'd flowers weep, And from tho craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. n. " Why are we weighed...

The British Quarterly Review, 2. kötet

Henry Allon - 1845 - 646 oldal
...lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes ; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And through the moss the...And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. ' Why are we weigh'd upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with sharp distress, While all things...

Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 oldal
...; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved...And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. 2. Why are we weigh 'd upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with sharp distress, While all things...

The Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, 6. kötet

1845 - 608 oldal
...sweet sleep down from the blissful змее Here arn cool mosses deep, And through the moss the ¡vies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep,...And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. ' Why are we weighed upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with »harp distress, While all things...

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 65. kötet

1849 - 864 oldal
...lies, Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes ; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And through the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leav'd flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. II. " Why are we weighed...

The Living Authors of England

Thomas Powell - 1849 - 328 oldal
...lies, Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes ; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep. And through the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leav'd flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. XL Why are we weighed...




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