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" With half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, To watch the long bright river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill— To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave thro' the thick-twined vine— To watch the emerald-colour'd... "
The Complete Works of Alfred Tennyson - Side 32
1879
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 sider
...breath, Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...the purple hill — To hear the dewy echoes calling Prom cave to cave thro' the thick-twined vine — To hear the emerald-colour'd water falling Thro'...
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Poems, Bind 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 252 sider
...Sore tasks to hearts worn out with many wars And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...From cave to cave thro' the thick-twined vine — To hear the emerald-colour'd water falling Thro' many a wov'n acanthus-wreath divine ! Only to hear and...
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The Guardian, Bind 30

1879 - 442 sider
...hearing the downward stream, With half-shut eyes ever to seem Falling asleep in a half-dream ; ****** How sweet (while warm airs lull us, blowing lowly)...To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave through the thick-twined rine — To watch the emerald-color'd water falling Through many a wov'n acanthus-wreath...
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Poems, Bind 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 276 sider
...breath, Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars, And eyes grown dim with gazing on'the pilot-stars. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, His waters from the purple hill — To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave through the thick-twined...
Fuld visning - Om denne bog

Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 404 sider
...breath, Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill — L 2 To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave thro' the thick-twined vine — To watch...
Fuld visning - Om denne bog

Poems, Bind 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - 284 sider
...Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars, And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, His \vaters from the purple hill — To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave through the...
Fuld visning - Om denne bog

Poems, Bind 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - 286 sider
...Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars, And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, His waters from the purple hill — To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave through the thick-twined...
Fuld visning - Om denne bog

Poems, Bind 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 404 sider
...breath, Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...cave thro' the thick-twined vine — To watch the emerald-colour' d water falling Thro' many a wov'n acanthus-wreath divine ! Only to hear and see the...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1856 - 400 sider
...breath, Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill— L 2 To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave thro' the thick-twined vine—- To watch the...
Fuld visning - Om denne bog

Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1858 - 402 sider
...breath, Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill — L2 To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave thro' the thick-twined vine — To watch the...
Fuld visning - Om denne bog




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