 | Shrewsbury (England). Royal School - 1801 - 368 str.
...and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every 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. TENNYSON. Sprache. SBarum fann ber lebenbige ®eifl bem ©eifl шф!... | |
 | 1881 - 622 str.
...call, and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every 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.' "We have quoted this passage because in its short compass there are... | |
 | 1897 - 986 str.
...Consider, for example, those lines in the "Princess:" — 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 Mission of Tennyson. So much must suffice to indicate, in the briefest... | |
 | Benjamin Hall Kennedy - 1850 - 364 str.
...Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every 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. TENNYSON. Sprache. SBarum fann bet tebenbige (Seifl bem ©eifî шф(... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 str.
...call, and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every 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.... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 290 str.
...call, and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every 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.... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 468 str.
...call, and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every 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.... | |
 | Edward Rupert Humphreys - 1854 - 486 str.
...and I, Thy shepherd, pipe, and sweet is every sound, Sweeter i hy 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. 130 He abides among ihe corn, entwining hand with hand. Or empurpled... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1855 - 164 str.
...call, and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every 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.... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1856 - 660 str.
...days that are no more. Canto 7. weet is every sound, Sweeter thy vojce, but every sound is sweet ; • Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees. Happy he With such a mother ! faith in womankind Beats with his blood,... | |
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Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees. 
