 | 1895 - 588 pagine
...evening star, And one clear call for me, And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea, But such a tide as, moving, seems asleep, Too full...drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home.' ART. X. — 1. Cloudland : a Study on the Structure ani Characters of Clouds. By the Rev. W. CLEMENT... | |
 | 1939 - 532 pagine
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 | 1893 - 404 pagine
...evening star And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea. But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for...drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell When I... | |
 | Francis Fisher Browne - 1889 - 374 pagine
...star, And one clear call for me ! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to -sea, " But such a tide as moving seems asleep. Too full for...drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. 4 Twilight and evening bell. And after that the dark ! And may there be no sadness of farewell. When... | |
 | 1965 - 268 pagine
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 | 1885 - 780 pagine
...evening star, And one clear call for me ! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea. But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for...drew from out the boundless deep, Turns again home." And now, Sir Knights, as the hour approaches when my official career as your Grand Commander, shall... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1885 - 546 pagine
...call for me ! And may there be no moaning of the When I put out to sea, as movmg seems But such a tide asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which...drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I... | |
 | 392 pagine
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SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me. And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home.... 
