 Over the meadows that blossom and wither Rings but the note of a sea-bird's song ; Only the sun and the rain come hither All year long. The sun burns sere and the rain dishevels One gaunt bleak blossom of scentless breath. Only the wind here hovers and...  Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature - Strana 4351876Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | 1906 - 594 str.
...expression, wherein sense and sound are matched and inseparable, reaches, perhaps, its highest watermark : ' Over the meadows that blossom and wither Rings but...Only the sun and the rain come hither All year long.' In the series of landscape sketches grouped under the title of ' A Midsummer Holiday,' published nearly... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 str.
...wastes the plain. The wind that wanders, the weeds wind-shaken, These remain. Not a flower to be prost of the foot that falls not; As the heart of a dead...whence the nightingale calls not, Could she call, there wore never a rose to reply. Over the meadows that blossom and wither Kings but the note of a sea-bird's... | |
 | Algernon Charles Swinburne - 1878 - 296 str.
...and broken, To the low last edge of the long lone land. If a step should sound or a word be spoken, So long have the grey bare walks lain guestless, Through...thicket of thorns whence the nightingale calls not, Over the meadows that blossom and wither Rings but the note of a sea-bird's song ; Only the sun and... | |
 | 1879 - 62 str.
...love's, who fears to greet her, To men who mix and meet her From many times and lands." Or again : "Over the meadows that blossom and wither, Rings but...Only the sun and the rain come hither All year long." That deftly shortened final line ruined my peace of mind once for weeks. Tennyson has much of this... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1882 - 984 str.
...So long have the gray bare walks lain guestless, Through branches and briers if a man make way, lie shall find no life but the sea-wind's, restless Night...Only the sun and the rain come hither, All year long. The stm hums sere and the rain dishevels One gaunt bleak blossom of scentless breath. Only the wind... | |
 | Charles Anderson Dana - 1882 - 906 str.
...wastes the plain. The wind that wanders, the weeds wind-shaken. These remain. Not a flower to be pressed of the foot that falls not ; As the heart of a dead...Only the sun and the rain come hither All year long. The sun burns sere and the rain dishevels One gaunt bleak blossom of scentless breath. Only the wind... | |
 | Sarah Doudney - 1882 - 292 str.
...please herself than her listener, she repeated the musical lines that had been haunting her memory. " Over the meadows that blossom and wither Rings but...Only the sun and the rain come hither All year long. The sun burns sere, and the rain dishevels One gaunt bleak blossom of scentless breath, Only the wind... | |
 | Lucy Clifford - 1882 - 516 str.
...please herself than her listener, she repeated the musical lines that had been haunting her memory. " Over the meadows that blossom and wither Rings but...Only the sun and the rain come hither All year long. The sun burns sere, and the rain dishevels One gaunt bleak blossom of scentless breath, Only the wind... | |
 | 1883 - 378 str.
...; And the lives of my children made perfect with freedom of soul were my fruits. A FORSAKEN GARDEN In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland,...Only the sun and the rain come hither All year long. The sun burns sere and the rain dishevels One gaunt bleak blossom of scentless breath. Only the wind... | |
 | 1883 - 378 str.
...steep square slope of the blossomless bed Where the weeds that grew green from the graves of its roses The fields fall southward, abrupt and broken, To the...Only the sun and the rain come hither All year long. The sun burns sere and the rain dishevels One gaunt bleak blossom of scentless breath. Only the wind... | |
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