 ... purpose waste in air : So waste not thou ; but come ; for all the vales Await thee; azure pillars of the hearth Arise to thee ; the children call, and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads...  The Living Age - 115. oldal1893Teljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | Shrewsbury (England). Royal School - 1801 - 368 oldal
...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. TENNYSON. Sprache. SBarum fann ber lebenbige ®eifl bem ©eifl шф! erfфeinen? ©priфt bie ©eele.... | |
 | 1881 - 622 oldal
...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.' "We have quoted this passage because in its short compass there are illustrations of all Mr. Tennyson's... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1848 - 186 oldal
...every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.' So she low-toned ; while with shut eyes I lay Listening ; then look'd. Pale was the perfect face ;... | |
 | 1896 - 664 oldal
...which MR. YARDLEY •quotes two, in 'The Princess':— Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees. Charles Kingsley praises these three lines highly, ая he well may. The island-valley of Avilion,... | |
 | 1850 - 600 oldal
...sound ! Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.' " So she, low-toned ; while with shut eyes I lay Listening ; then look'd. Pale was the perfect face;... | |
 | Benjamin Hall Kennedy - 1850 - 364 oldal
...— • 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. TENNYSON. Sprache. SBarum fann bet tebenbige (Seifl bem ©eifî шф( erfcfyetnen? «Spricht bie ©cele,... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1850 - 604 oldal
...sound ! Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.' •' So she, low-toned ; while with shut eyes I lay Listening ; then look'd. Pale was the perfect face;... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 oldal
...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." So she low-toned ; while with shut eyes I lay Listening ; then looked. Pale was the perfect face ;... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 290 oldal
...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." So she low-toned; while with shut eyes I lay Listening; then looked. Pale was the perfect face; The... | |
 | George William Curtis - 1852 - 216 oldal
...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. Remembering these things, when I came down and found Olde and Swansdowne under the Corinthian colonnade,... | |
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