Songs, etc, Ausgabe 309Strahan, 1872 - 157 Seiten |
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... turret and tree . They were together , and she fell ; Therefore revenge became me well . O the Earl was fair to see ! She died : she went to burning flame : She mix'd her ancient blood with shame . The wind is howling in turret and tree ...
... turret and tree . They were together , and she fell ; Therefore revenge became me well . O the Earl was fair to see ! She died : she went to burning flame : She mix'd her ancient blood with shame . The wind is howling in turret and tree ...
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... turret and tree . And after supper , on a bed , Upon my lap he laid his head : O the Earl was fair to see ! I kiss'd his eyelids into rest : His ruddy cheek upon my breast . The wind is raging in turret and tree . I 29.
... turret and tree . And after supper , on a bed , Upon my lap he laid his head : O the Earl was fair to see ! I kiss'd his eyelids into rest : His ruddy cheek upon my breast . The wind is raging in turret and tree . I 29.
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... turret and tree . As half - asleep his breath he drew , Three times I stabb'd him thro ' and thro ' . O the Earl was fair to see ! I curl'd and comb'd his comely head , He look'd so grand when he was dead . The wind is blowing in turret ...
... turret and tree . As half - asleep his breath he drew , Three times I stabb'd him thro ' and thro ' . O the Earl was fair to see ! I curl'd and comb'd his comely head , He look'd so grand when he was dead . The wind is blowing in turret ...
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Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) The wind is blowing in turret and tree . I wrapt his body in the sheet , And laid him at his mother's feet . O the Earl was fair to see ! LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE . ADY Clara Vere de 31.
Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) The wind is blowing in turret and tree . I wrapt his body in the sheet , And laid him at his mother's feet . O the Earl was fair to see ! LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE . ADY Clara Vere de 31.
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ALFRED TENNYSON aweary beggar maid bird blow bosom break bride brimming river bugle CASTLE WALLS Crown 8vo Danaë dance dark dead Death Rode dying eagle Earl was fair Edward Gray Ellen Adair enemies have fall'n eyes feet fell flow To join folds thy grave golden green that folds happy day hear heard heart of Edward heaven high Hall-garden hills hither join the brimming kiss kiss'd Lady Clara Vere Let them rave Light Brigade lily little birdie Lord LUDGATE HILL maiden Maud meadow moon mother move night o'er Oriana palace walk post 8vo Queen Ring rivulet Rode the six Roll Rosy sails shining Singing six hundred Small 8vo SONG star stept Swallow SWEET AND LOW sweeter thee my steps thine thou Thy wheel turret and tree valley of Death Vere de Vere voice wake wake the dead wild bells wind yonder
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 87 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
Seite 125 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Seite 83 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
Seite 105 - RING out wild bells to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Seite 85 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Seite 59 - AND on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old...
Seite 34 - Lady Clara Vere de Vere, Some meeker pupil you must find, For were you queen of all that is, I could not stoop to such a mind. You sought to prove how I could love, And my disdain is my reply. The lion on your old stone gates Is not more cold to you than I.
Seite 100 - Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font: The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost. And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open untD me.
Seite 134 - What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day ? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger. So she rests a little longer, Then she flies away. What does little baby say, In her bed at peep of day ? Baby says, like little birdie, Let me rise and fly away.
Seite 118 - For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die.