 | 1842 - 788 pàgines
...of the Spring. Many an evening hy the waters did we watch the stately ships, And our spirits rush'd together at the touching of the lips. O my cousin,...O the barren, barren shore ! Falser than all fancy fathoms1 falser than all songs have sung, Puppet to a father's threat, and servile to a shrewish tongue... | |
 | 1842 - 610 pàgines
...morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And herwhisper throng'd my pulses with the fullness of the Spring. Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately ships, And our spirits rush'd toother at the touching of the lips. O my cousin shallow hearted ! O my Amy, mine no more !... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 pàgines
...on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper throng'd my pulses with the fullness of Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately ships, And our spirits rush'd together at the touching of the lips. O my cousin shallow-hearted ! 0 my Amy mine no more !... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 pàgines
...morning on the moorland did we hear the copses .And her whisper throng'd my pulses with the fullness of the Spring. Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately ships, And our spirits rush'd together at the touching, of the lips. O my cousin, shallow-hearted ! O my Amy, mine no more... | |
 | 1843 - 418 pàgines
...morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper throng'd my pulses with the fullness of the Spring. Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately ships, And our spirits rush'd together at the touching of the lips. O my cousin shallow-hearted ! O my Amy mine no more !... | |
 | 1843 - 424 pàgines
...of the Spring. Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately ships, And our spirits rush'd together at the touching of the lips. O my cousin shallow-hearted ! O my Amy mine no more ! 0 the dreary, dreary moorland ! O the barren, barren shore I Falser than all fancy fathoms, falser... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1847 - 606 pàgines
...here recollection strikes the fierce chord of disappointment, and he bursts impetuously forth— " O, my cousin, shallow-hearted. O, my Amy, mine no...dreary, dreary moorland. O, the barren, barren shore." Darting then one hasty and almost vindictive glance down her future history, he predicts that she shall... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pàgines
...morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper throng 'd my pulses with the fulness of the Spring. Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately ships, And our spirits rush'd together at the touching of the lips. O my cousin, shallow-hearted! 0 my Amy, mine no more!... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pàgines
...morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper throng'd my pulses with the fulness of the spring. Many an .evening by the waters did we watch the stalely ships. And our spirits rush'd together at the touching of the lips. 0 my cousin, shallow-hearted... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 252 pàgines
...morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper throng'd my pulses with the fulness of the Spring. Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately ships, And our spirits rush'd together at the touching of the lips. O my cousin, shallow-hearted ! O my Amy, mine no more... | |
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Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight. 
