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" There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes; Music... "
Idylls of the Field - Страница 79
по Francis Arnold Knight - 1889 - 182 страници
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Том 181

1895 - 588 страници
...with those human longings and natural weaknesses which it is the object of the poet to describe. ' There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass ; Music that gentlier...

Blackwood's Magazine, Том 65

1849 - 792 страници
...they sang, ' Our island home Is far beyond the wave ; we will no longer roam.' " CHORIC SONO. I. « There is sweet music here, that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pats ; Music that gentlier...

Poems, Том 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1843 - 260 страници
...once they sang, " Our island home Is far beyond the wave ; we will no longer roam." CHORIC SONG. 1. There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass ; Music that gentlier...

The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Томове 16–17

1849 - 608 страници
...at once they sang, ' Our island home Is far beyond the wave ; we will no longer roam.' CIIORIC SONG. "There is sweet music here, that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass ; Music that genllier...

Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 страници
...once they sang, " Our island home Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam." CHORIC SONG. 1. There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass ; Music that gentlier...

The British Quarterly Review, Том 2

Henry Allon - 1845 - 646 страници
...more;' And all at once they sang, ' Our island home Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam.' ' There is sweet music here, that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier...

The Living Authors of England

Thomas Powell - 1849 - 328 страници
...once they sang, ' Our island home Is far beyond the wave ; we will no longer roam.' " CHORIC SONG. I. ".There is sweet music here, that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-news on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass ; Music that gentlier...

Eclectic Magazine, and Monthly Edition of the Living Age, Том 17

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1849 - 608 страници
...they sang, ' Our islund home Is far beyond the wave ; we will no longer roam.' " спошс SONG. " There is sweet music here, that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass ; Music that gentlier...

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 65

1849 - 864 страници
...confusion worse than death, Trouble on trouble, pain on pain, Long labour unto aged breath. " . -' There is sweet music here, that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass ; Music that gentlier...

Alton Locke: Tailor and Poet. An Autobiography ...

Charles Kingsley - 1850 - 312 страници
...it was rather a soft dreamy chant, which rose and fell like the waves of sound on an JEolian harp. " There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass ;, Music that gentlier...




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