 With half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, To watch the long bright river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill— To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave thro' the thick-twined vine— To watch the emerald-colour'd...  Histoire de la littérature anglaise - Pągina 427per Hippolyte Taine - 1890Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pągines
...breath, Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...blowing lowly,) With half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, To watch the long bright river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 252 pągines
...Sore tasks to hearts worn out with many wars And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...blowing lowly,) With half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, To watch the long bright river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill... | |
 | 1879 - 442 pągines
...hearing the downward stream, With half-shut eyes ever to seem Falling asleep in a half-dream ; ****** How sweet (while warm airs lull us, blowing lowly) With half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, To watch the long bright river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 276 pągines
...breath, Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars, And eyes grown dim with gazing on'the pilot-stars. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...blowing lowly,) With half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, His waters from the purple hill — To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave... | |
 | John Sartain, Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart - 1851 - 1054 pągines
...to hearts worn out with many wars, And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot stars." "But propped on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet (while warm airs lull us, blowing lowly), With half-dropped eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, To watch the long, bright river, drawing... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - 286 pągines
...Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars, And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...blowing lowly,) With half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, His waters from the purple hill — To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1856 - 400 pągines
...breath, Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...blowing lowly) "With half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, To watch the long bright river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill—... | |
 | 1871 - 776 pągines
...sweetened with the summer light The full-juiced apple, waxen over-mellow, Props in a silent autumn night. " But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly. How sweet (while warm airs lull us, blowing lowly) " To watch the emerald-colored water falling Through many a woven acanthus-wreath divine I Only to... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 366 pągines
...breath, Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars, And eyes grown dun with gazing on the pilot-stara 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...blowing lowly,) With half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, To watch the long bright river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 376 pągines
...Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars, And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...blowing lowly,) With half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, To watch the long bright river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill... | |
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