 ... 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...  Studies in English Literature - 第 386 頁John Dennis 著 - 1876 - 444 頁完整檢視 - 關於此書
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 366 頁
...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 - 1861 - 376 頁
...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 - 1863 - 468 頁
...Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, VOL. II. 19 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 ;... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1864 - 692 頁
...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.' 1269 So she low-toned; while with shut eyes I lay listening; then looked. Pale was the perfea face;... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1865 - 504 頁
...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. 1bid. Canto vii. Happy he With such a mother ! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in... | |
 | Cheltenham College - 1868 - 412 頁
...' Or the never-to-be-omitted lines in the Princess. ' Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.' Or there, that is enough ! he who wrote all those wonderful lines that we all know, also wrote The... | |
 | 1866 - 768 頁
...Princess," or to that other idyl from the same, — " Mvriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees." But then these are indeed pre-eminent instances етеп of Mr. Tennyson's pre-eminently melodious... | |
 | 1866 - 1016 頁
...stone-curlew, and the many varieties of the wren tribe, once more our woods and fields resound with " the moan of doves in immemorial elms, and murmuring of innumerable bees." Our store of flowers is also largely increased. Its exquisite perfume will betray to us the hiding... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 398 頁
...sound, Sweetor tLy voice, but every sound is sweet; My.iads 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... | |
 | James Ewing Ritchie - 1866 - 912 頁
...following lines who does not hear as well as see : — " Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn ; leave my second leg, And the Forty-second :" Or catch the boom of artillery in such a repetition as this — " Cannon to right of them, Cannon... | |
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