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" There 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, 'She is late;' The larkspur listens, 'I hear,... "
The Poetic and Dramatic Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson - 212. oldal
szerző: Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1898 - 887 oldal
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Southern Literary Messenger, 22. kötet

1856 - 542 oldal
...of the Beloved One, and after the lily whispers, " I wait," come the rejoicing words of the lover. " She is coming, my own, my sweet ; Were it ever so...in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead . Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red."...

The Family friend [ed. by R.K. Philp].

Robert Kemp Philp - 1855 - 936 oldal
...rose weeps, 'She is late;' The la'kspur listens, ' 1 hear 1 heur,1 And the lily whispers, * 1 wait.' She is coming, my own, my sweet Were it ever so airy...in an earthy bed ; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain lor a ceniury dead ; Woul'i start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and...

The Irish Quarterly Review, 5. kötet,1. rész

1855 - 724 oldal
...weeps, 'She la late ;* The larkspur listens, ' I bear, I hear ;' And the lily whispers, ' I wait.' She is coming, my own, my sweet ; Were it ever so...In an earthy bed ; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead ; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red....

The Harvard Magazine, 1. kötet

1855 - 576 oldal
...There 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,...hear, I hear ' ; And the lily whispers, ' I wait.' " Sections xxn., xxin., and xxiv. evidently serve as a preface to the madness so strikingly and thrillingly...

Maud, and Other Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 176 oldal
...There 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,...hear, I hear ;' And the lily whispers, * I wait.* 11. My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed ; My dust would hear her and beat,...

Maud, and Other Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 180 oldal
...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,...hear, I hear ;' And the lily whispers, ' I wait.' 11. My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed ; My dust would hear her and beat,...

The Rambler, a Catholic journal of home and foreign literature [&c ..., 4. kötet

1855 - 498 oldal
...There 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,...hear, I hear ;' And the lily whispers, ' I wait.' She is coming, my own, my sweet ; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were...

Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, 3. kötet

Beautiful poetry - 1855 - 440 oldal
...the following will be the Scale of Charges: — sd Under 20 words 2 6 For every 10 words above 20 0 6 She is coming, my own, my sweet ; Were it ever so...in an earthy bed ; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead ; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red....

The Home Affections Pourtrayed by the Poets

Charles Mackay - 1858 - 420 oldal
...There 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,...hear, I hear ;" And the lily whispers, " I wait." She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were...

The Ohio Cultivator

S.D. Harris - 1858 - 400 oldal
...The red rose cries, " She is near, she ij near ;" And the white rose weeps, " She is late ; " She la coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread,...in an earthy bed ; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead. [From Tnnyson's" Maud." For the Ohio Cultivator. More Experience in...




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