 I flee from the cruel madness of love, The honey of poison-flowers and all the measureless ill. Ah Maud, you milkwhite fawn, you are all unmeet for a wife. Your mother is mute in her grave as her image in marble above; Your father is ever in London, you...  Putnam's Monthly - 387. oldal1855Teljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | 1855 - 724 oldal
...and "all unmeet for a "wife," that she has " wandered about at her will," he adds, prettily — " You have but fed on the roses, and lain in the lilies of life.'' Let the reader bear in mind that these lines above quoted are from the pen of Alfred Tennyson : the.... | |
 | 1855 - 714 oldal
...wishes to escape love — and, as for Maud, " You have but fed on the rose« and lain in the lilie* of life." The poem is not divided into cantos, but...and adores, true to his pride, " Not her, not her, bnt a voice." He meets her " Last night, when the snnset bnrn'd On the blossom'd gable ends At the... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 180 oldal
...grave as her image in marble above ; Tour father is ever in London, you wander about at your will; Tou have but fed on the roses, and lain in the lilies of life. V. 1. A VOICE by the cedar tree, In the meadow under the Hall! She is singing an air that is known... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 176 oldal
...grave as her image in marble above ; Your father is ever in London, you wander about at your will ; You have but fed on the roses, and lain in the lilies of life. V. 1. A VOICE by the cedar tree, In the meadow under the Hall ! She is singing an air that is known... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 364 oldal
...mute in her grave as her image in Your father is ever in London, you wander about at your will ; You have but fed on the roses, and lain in the lilies of life. v. A VOICE by the cedar tree, In the meadow under the Hall ! She is singing an air that is known to... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 364 oldal
...grave as her image in marble above ; Tour father is ever in London, you wander about at your will ; You have but fed on the roses, and lain in the lilies of life. V. 1. A VOICE by the cedar tree, In the meadow under the Hall ! She is singing an air that is known... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1862 - 698 oldal
...mute in her grave as her image in Your father is ever in London, you wander about at your will ; You have but fed on the roses, and lain in the lilies of life. V. 1. A VOICE by the cedar tree, In the meadow under the Hall ! She is singing an air that is known... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1863 - 468 oldal
...grave as her image in marble above ; Your father is ever m London, you wander about at your will ; You have but fed on the roses, and lain in the lilies of life. L A VOICE by the cedar tree, In the meadow under the Hall ! She is singing an air that is known to... | |
 | American mail-bag - 1863 - 370 oldal
...to its depths at last, and whence was to come her strength to cope with bitter trouble ; she who had but " fed on the roses, and lain in the lilies of life '!" I told her the sad tidings myself, gently as I could ; but when I saw her ready tears fall, and... | |
 | 1884 - 492 oldal
...of lore and pain. They are not many, to be sure, for they must belong to that rare order -who " hare but fed on the roses and lain in the lilies of life," but they live. To such as they are my story will seem a thing as hollow as a jest, and yet it is true.... | |
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