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" And come, for Love is of the valley, come, For Love is of the valley, come thou down And find him; by the happy threshold, he, Or hand in hand with Plenty in the maize, Or red with spirted purple of the vats, Or foxlike in the vine ; nor cares to walk... "
The Princess: A Medley - Page 163
by Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 177 pages
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Sabrinae corolla in hortulis regiae scholae Salopiensis contextuerunt tres ...

Shrewsbury (England). Royal School - English poetry - 1801 - 328 pages
...every sound, — Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet : Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees. TENNYSON. Sprache. SBarum fann ber lebenbige ®eifl bem ©eifl шф! erfфeinen? ©priфt bie ©eele....
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Volume 90

1849
...the white ravine, Nor find him dropt upon the firths of ice, That huddling slant in furrow -cloven falls To roll the torrent out of dusky doors : But...Listening ; then look'd. Pale was the perfect face ; TBe bosom with long sighs labour'd ; and meek Seem'd the full lips, and mild the luminous eyes, And...
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Volume 154

1881
...is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.' "We have quoted this passage because in its short compass there are illustrations of all Mr. Tennyson's...
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The Living Age, Volume 213

1897
...the "Princess:" — Sweeter thy voice: but every sound is sweet: Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees. The Mission of Tennyson. So much must suffice to indicate, in the briefest outline, and as if by few...
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The Living Age, Volume 199

1893
...most sheltered monastic retreat (celibacy not being imperative) might have charms of its own : — The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees. It is only fair to add that the Old Man's familiarity with modern English literature was highly creditable....
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Notes and Queries, Volume 93

Questions and answers - 1896
...beauty of the line. Then the three lines, of which MR. YARDLEY •quotes two, in 'The Princess':— Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan...immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees. Charles Kingsley praises these three lines highly, ая he well may. The island-valley of Avilion,...
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Sabrinae Corolla in Hortulis Regiae Scholae Salopiensis

Benjamin Hall Kennedy - Classical languages - 1850 - 328 pages
...every sound, — • Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet : Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees. TENNYSON. Sprache. SBarum fann bet tebenbige (Seifl bem ©eifî шф( erfcfyetnen? «Spricht bie ©cele,...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 278 pages
...is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And...low-toned ; while with shut eyes I lay Listening ; then looked. Pale was the perfect face ; The bosom with long sighs labored ; and meek Seemed the full lips,...
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POEMS

ALFRED TENNYSON - 1851
...sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And...low-toned; while with shut eyes I lay Listening; then looked. Pale was the perfect face; The bosom with long sighs labored; and meek Seemed the full lips,...
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Lotus-eating: a Summer Book

George William Curtis - Atlantic States - 1852 - 206 pages
...is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn. The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees. Remembering these things, when I came down and found Olde and Swansdowne under the Corinthian colonnade,...
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