 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
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1903 - 644 sider
...the West. Rosy is the West, 25 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...and on, Calming itself to the long-wish'd-for end, 5 Full to the banks, close on the promised good. II None like her, none. Just now the dry-tongued laurels'... | |
 | Curtis Hidden Page - 1904 - 942 sider
...thro* the West. Rosy is the West, Rosy is the South, Roses are her cheeks, And a rose her mouth. xvm ess, my joy? Will ve claim for your bk« And sweetly, on and on Calming itself to the loug-wish'd-forirD-. Full to the banks, close on... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1905 - 878 sider
...For tho' my lips may breathe adieu, I cannot think the thing farewell. [From Maud, Part I. xviii.] I. 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 - 1906 - 648 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...none. Just now the dry-tongued laurels' pattering talk And shook my heart to think she conies once more ; But even then I heard her close the door, The gates... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1907 - 616 sider
...the eye of man cannot see; But if we could see and hear, this Vision — were it not He? FROM MAUD I have led her home, my love, my only friend, There...end, Full to the banks, close on the promised good. 6 None like her, none. Just now the dry-tongued laurels' pattering talk Seem'd her light foot along... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1907 - 608 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 - 1908 - 610 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. n. None like her, none. Just now the dry-tongued laurels' pattering talk Seem'd her light foot along... | |
 | 1910 - 548 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...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... | |
 | 1910 - 532 sider
...the West. Rosy is the West, Rosy is the South, Roses are her cheeks, And a rose her mouth. XVIII z I HAVE led her home, my love, my only friend. There...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... | |
 | Curtis Hidden Page - 1910 - 968 sider
...thro' the West. Rosy is the West, Rosy is the South, Roses are her cheeks, And a rose her mouth. xvni ness to appear When skies are blue, and earth is gay. long-wish'd-forend, Full to the banks, close on the promised good. None like her, none. Just now the... | |
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