 Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, delaying as the tender ash delays to clothe herself, when all the woods are green!  The Princess: A Medley - Side 80af Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 183 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
 | 1848 - 744 sider
...her heart Would rock the snowy cradle till I died. Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with lore, Delaying as the tender ash delays To clothe herself,...the woods are green ? O tell her, Swallow, that thy brood is flown : Say to her, I do but wanton in the South, But in the North long since my nest is made.... | |
 | 1849 - 604 sider
...And lay me on her bosom, and her heart « Would rock the snowy cradle, till I died ! ' Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying as the...woods are green ? ' O tell her, Swallow, that thy brood is flown : Say to her, I do but wanton in the South, But in the North long since my nest is made.... | |
 | 1848 - 1128 sider
...swallow, swallow," though pretty, is rather insignificant, despite the one sweet verse, " Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying as the...To clothe herself, when all the woods are green." There is far more poetry, and even more meaning, in the Princess's poetical comments. The discovery... | |
 | 1849 - 600 sider
...ash delays To clothe herself, when all the woods are green ? ' O tell her, Swallow, that thy brood is flown : Say to her, I do but wanton in the South, But in the North long since my nest is made. ' 0 tell her, brief is life but love is long, And brief the sun of summer in the North, . And brief... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1850 - 604 sider
...and light Upon her lattice. I would pipe and trill, And cheep and twitter twenty million loves. " 0 were I thou that she might take me in, And lay me...delays To clothe herself, when all the woods are green ? " О tell her, Swallow, that thy brood is flown : Say to her, I do but wanton in the South, But in... | |
 | 1850 - 600 sider
...in, And lay me on her bosom, and her heart Would rock the snowy cradle, till I died ! " Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying as the...woods are green ? " O tell her, Swallow, that thy brood is flown : Say to her, I do but wanton in the South, But in the North long since my nest is made.... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 290 sider
...in, And lay me on her bosom, and her heart Would rock the snowy cradle till I died. " Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying as the...woods are green ? " O tell her, Swallow, that thy brood is flown: Say to her, I do but wanton in the South, But in the North long since my nest is made.... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 sider
...in, And lay me on her bosom, and her heart Would rock the snowy cradle till I died. " Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying as the...woods are green ? " O tell her, Swallow, that thy brood is flown : Say to her, I do but wanton in the South, But in the North long since my nest is made.... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1852 - 358 sider
...work gives her in my eyes. I sometimes wish that she were a little less independent. "Why ling'reth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying, as the...delays, To clothe herself when all the woods are green ?" The days go by in quiet happiness ; but no particular incident of mark has signalized them, and... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 468 sider
...in, And lay me on her bosom, and her heart Would rock the snowy cradle till I died. " Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying as the...woods are green ? " O tell her, Swallow, that thy brood is flown : Say to her, I do but wanton in the South, But in the North long since my nest is made.... | |
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