 None like her, none. Just now the dry-tongued laurels' pattering talk Seem'd her light foot along the garden walk, And shook my heart to think she comes once more But even then I "heard her close the door, The gates of Heaven are closed, and she is gone.  Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic - Side 198af Beautiful poetry - 1855Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | 1871 - 846 sider
...heart, which deliriously denies that it does bump, and asserts that it never before beat so smoothly : " I have led her home, my love, my only friend; There...blood, And sweetly on and on, Calming itself to the long-wished -for-eud, Full to the banks, close on the promised good." Perhaps the violence of passion... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1872 - 498 sider
...thro' the West Rosy is the West, Rosy is the South, Roses are her cheeks, And a rose her mouth. XVIII. I HAVE led her home, my love, my only friend. There...blood And sweetly, on and on Calming itself to the long-wish' d-for end, Full to the banks, close on the promised good. None like her, none. Just now... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1872 - 330 sider
...thro' the West. Rosy is the West, Rosy is the South, Roses are her cheeks, And a rose her mouth. XVIII. I. HAVE led her home, my love, my only friend. There...end, Full to the banks, close on the promised good. II. None like her, none. Just now the dry-tongued laurels' pattering talk Seem'd her light foot along... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1872 - 360 sider
...the West. Rosy is the West, Rosy is the Sonth, Roses are her cheeks, And n rose her month. XVIIL í, I HAVE led her home, my love, my only friend. There...none like her, none, And never yet so warmly ran my hlood And sweetly, on and on Calming itself to the long-wish'd-for end, Fnll to the hanks, close on... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1873 - 350 sider
...Sonth, Roses arc her checks, And a rose her month. XVHL 1. I HАТЕ led her home, my love, my oniy friend. There is none like her, none, And never yet so warmly ran my hlood And sweetly, on and on Calming itself to the long-wlsh'd-for end, Fnll to the hanks, close on... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1875 - 494 sider
...thro' the West. Rosy is the West, Rosy is the South, Roses are her cheeks, And a rose her mouth. XVIII. I HAVE led her home, my love, my only friend. There...end, Full to the banks, close on the promised good. II. None like her, none. Just now the dry-tongued laurels' pattering talk Seem'd her light foot along... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1875 - 284 sider
...the West. Rosy is the West, Rosy is the South, Roses are her cheeks, And a rose her mouth. XVIII. I. I HAVE led her home, my love, my only friend. There...blood And sweetly, on and on Calming itself to the long-wish' d-for end, Full to the banks, close on the promised good. it. None like her, none. Just... | |
 | Mary Charlotte J. Leith - 1875 - 370 sider
...prize it accordingly." " A rough diamond, eh ? Well, she'll have to do the cutting." CHAPTEE XXVI. " There is none like her, none. And never yet so warmly...blood And sweetly, on and on Calming itself to the long wish'd for end, Full to the banks, close on the promised good." TBNNTSOIT. ^ dearest Laura, —... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1876 - 452 sider
...Rosy is the West, Rosy is the South, Roses are her cheeks, And a rose her mouth. XVIII. I. I haveled her home, my love, my only friend. There is none like...blood And sweetly, on and on Calming itself to the lone-wish'd-for end, Full to the banks, close on the promised good. ii. None like her, none. Just now... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1878 - 194 sider
...thro' the West. Rosy is the West, Rosy is the South, Roses are her cheeks, And a rose her mouth. XVIII. I. HAVE led her home, my love, my only friend. There...end, Full to the banks, close on the promised good. II. None like her, none. Just now the dry-tongued laurels' pattering talk Seem'd her light foot along... | |
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