 ... 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 - 1876 - 452 頁
...every sound, Sweetorthy voice, hut every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro1 thelawn, 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 per(fectface; The... | |
 | Lucy Larcom - 1876 - 278 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. Tennyson. NORTH WIND. LOUD wind, strong wind, sweeping o'er the mountains, Fresh wind, free wind, blowing... | |
 | Edmund John Armstrong - 1877 - 330 頁
...Take, for example, two lines, which are as rich in melody as any that Mr. Tennyson has written — ' ' The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees." Take from Poe's Raven this fine example of onomatopoeia : — "But the silken sad uncertain rustling... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1877 - 104 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. THE GOLDEN YEAR. i"E sleep and wake and sleep, but all things move ; The Sun flies forward to his brother... | |
 | Thomas Brassey Brassey (1st earl) - 1878 - 386 頁
...protect him from the noon-tide glare, and his ears are soothed by the melodious minstrelsy of Nature : The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees. His labours are performed in the free fresh air. They are vaiied and interesting. They tend to invigorate... | |
 | Amelia B. Edwards - 1878 - 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. A. ' CHORAL HYMN TO ARTEMIS. WHEN the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months... | |
 | Literary and Philosophical Society of Liverpool - 1878 - 430 頁
...where, as he tells us — " Every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn ; The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees." Not but that there is much in Tennyson's view of landscape that has affinity with that of Wordsworth... | |
 | Literary and Philosophical Society of Liverpool - 1878 - 446 頁
...where, as he tells us — " Every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn ; The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees." Not but that there is much in Tennyson's view of landscape that has affinity 'with that of Wordsworth... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1878 - 688 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.' So she low-toned ; while with shut eyes Hay Listening ; then look'd. Pale was the perfect face ; The... | |
 | 1879 - 512 頁
...Tennyson in the little idyl in the " Princess ?" " Myriads of rivulets murmuring through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees." Ariosto's great poem is a romance; Tasso's, an epic of chivalry. The one resembles Ovid, a luxuriant... | |
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