 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1869 - 658 pages
...coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate ; The red rose cries, " She is near, she ia near ; * And the white rose weeps, " She is late ;...tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. PART H. 1. " THE fault was mine, the fault was mine * — Why am I sitting here so stunn'd and still,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1870 - 264 pages
...weeps, "She is late;" The larkspur listens, " I hear, I hear ;" And the lily whispers, "I wait." I1. She is coming, my own, my sweet ; Were it ever so...and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed ; My dust wonld hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Wonld start and tremble under her feet, And... | |
 | lady Mary Anne Hardy - 1870 - 338 pages
...the poet's words fell from Kenneth's lips — " Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear it and beat ; Were it earth in an earthy bed, My dust would hear it and beat, Had I lain for a century dead." " Why, you are bursting out in poetry, Ken!" cried Daisy,... | |
 | 1871 - 314 pages
...weeps, " She is late " ; The larkspur listens, " I hear, I hear " ; And the lily whispers, " I wait." She is coming, my own, my sweet ; Were it ever so...tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. A VOICE BY THE CEDAR-TREE. A VOICE hy the cedar-tree, In the meadow under the Hall ! She is singing... | |
 | Asahel Clark Kendrick - 1871 - 484 pages
...weeps, " She is late ;" The larkspur listens, " I hear, I hear ;" And the lily whispers, " I wait." She is coming, my own, my sweet ! Were it ever so...tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. ALFRED TENNYSON. The Welcome. i. COME in the evening, or come in the morning — Come when you're looked... | |
 | Henry Mills Alden, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman, Thomas Bucklin Wells - 1871 - 970 pages
...weeps, ' She is late ;' The larkepnr listens, ' I hear, I hear ;' And the lily whispers, 'I wait.' " She is coming, my own, my sweet ; Were it ever so...her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed : My dnst would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead ; Would start and tremhlc under her feet,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 pages
...rose weeps, "She is late" ; The larkspur listens, " 1 hear, I hear" ; And the lily whispers, "I wait." read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged...EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A y earthly bed ; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead ; Would start and tremble... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1872 - 186 pages
...weeps, ' She is late ; ' The larkspur listens, ' I hear, I hear ; ' And the lily whispers, ' I wait.' She is coming, my own, my sweet ; Were it ever so...tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. THE BROOK. COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1872 - 330 pages
...weeps, " She is late ;" The larkspur listens, " I hear, I hear;" And the lily whispers, " I wait." XI. She is coming, my own, my sweet ; Were it ever so...tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. MAUD. PART II. I. I. HE fault was mine, the fault was mine" — Why am I sitting here so stunn'd and... | |
 | John Wesley Hales - 1872 - 552 pages
...dolorem cineri ejus atque ossibus inussisti." Add the well-known lines from Tennyson's Maud, I. (xxii. 11): " She is coming, my own, my sweet, Were it ever...earthy bed ; My dust would hear her and beat, Had J lain for a century dead, Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red."... | |
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She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple... 
