 There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear ; She is coming, my life, my fate ; The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near" ; And the white rose weeps, " She is late" ; The larkspur listens,...  The Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson - Strana 301autor/autoři: Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1886 - 640 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | 1856 - 542 str.
...of the Beloved One, and after the lily whispers, " I wait," come the rejoicing words of the lover. " She is coming, my own, my sweet ; Were it ever so...tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red." W« do not remember a garden scene in poetry that surpasses this for delicacy and beauty, and for the... | |
 | Robert Kemp Philp - 1855 - 936 str.
...white rose weeps, 'She is late;' The la'kspur listens, ' 1 hear 1 heur,1 And the lily whispers, * 1 wait.' She is coming, my own, my sweet Were it ever...bed ; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain lor a ceniury dead ; Woul'i start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red." The gentle... | |
 | 1855 - 724 str.
...She is near, she is near ;* And the white rose weeps, 'She la late ;* The larkspur listens, ' I bear, I hear ;' And the lily whispers, ' I wait.' She is...tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. Maud comes forth to meet her lover : her brother and the " new made lord" surprise them, and the tale... | |
 | 1855 - 498 str.
...and rose in one ; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun. There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower...tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red." The Married Life of Pachel, Lady Bussett. By M. Guizot. (London, Bosworth.) This little work is a translation... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1855 - 440 str.
...the following will be the Scale of Charges: — sd Under 20 words 2 6 For every 10 words above 20 0 6 She is coming, my own, my sweet ; Were it ever so...tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. LOVE'S REVENGE. I HAVE led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none like her, none. And never... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 180 str.
...weeps, ' She is late ;' The larkspur listens, ' I hear, I hear ;' And the lily whispers, ' I wait.' 11. My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in...tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. XXII. 1. ' THE fault was mine, the fault was mine ' — Why am I sitting here so stunn'd and still,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 176 str.
...weeps, * She is late ;' The larkspur listens, ' I hear, I hear ;' And the lily whispers, * I wait.* 11. My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in...tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. MAUD. XXII. 1. * THE fault was mine, the fault was mine ' — Why am I sitting here so stunn'd and... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 180 str.
...The larkspur listens, ' I hear, I hear ;' And the lily whispers, ' I wait.' 1L My heart would tear her and beat, Were it earth in. an earthy bed; My...tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. XXII. 1. ' THE fault was mine, the fault was mine '— Why am I sitting here so stunn'd and still,... | |
 | John Sullivan Dwight - 1856 - 428 str.
...I hear"; And the lily whispers, " I wait". She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy л tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth...tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. Cinderella at Niblo'e. [From the NY Tribune, August 7.) The sweetest of fairy legends is Cinderella.... | |
 | 1856 - 964 str.
...rejoicing words of the lover. " She is coming, my own, my sweet ¡ Were it ever яо airy a trend, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in...dead ; Would start and tremble under her feet, And bloesom in purple and red." Wo do not remember a garden scene in poetry that surpasses this for delicacy... | |
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