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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... "
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 ÆäÀÌÁö
...rose 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 airy a tread, My heart would hear her, and beat, Wore it earth in an earthy bed. My dust would hear her, and heat, Had I lain for a century dead: Would...
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Southern Literary Messenger, 22±Ç

1856 - 542 ÆäÀÌÁö
...of the Beloved One, and after the lily whispers, " I wait," come the rejoicing words of the lover. " She is coming, my own, my sweet ; Were it ever so...tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red." W« do not remember a garden scene in poetry that surpasses this for delicacy and beauty, and for the...
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The Family friend [ed. by R.K. Philp].

Robert Kemp Philp - 1855 - 926 ÆäÀÌÁö
...rose weeps, 'She is late;' The la'kspur listens, ' 1 hear 1 heur,1 And the lily whispers, * 1 wait.' She is coming, my own, my sweet Were it ever so airy...bed ; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain lor a ceniury dead ; Woul'i start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red." The gentle...
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The Irish Quarterly Review, 5±Ç,ÆÄÆ® 1

1855 - 724 ÆäÀÌÁö
...weeps, 'She la late ;* The larkspur listens, ' I bear, 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. Maud comes forth to meet her lover : her brother and the " new made lord" surprise them, and the tale...
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Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, 3±Ç

Beautiful poetry - 1855 - 440 ÆäÀÌÁö
...the following will be the Scale of Charges: — sd Under 20 words 2 6 For every 10 words above 20 0 6 She is coming, my own, my sweet ; Were it ever so...tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. LOVE'S REVENGE. I HAVE led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none like her, none. And never...
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The Rambler, a Catholic journal of home and foreign literature [&c ..., 4±Ç

1855 - 498 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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 Married Life of Pachel, Lady Bussett. By M. Guizot. (London, Bosworth.) This little work is a translation...
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Maud, and Other Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 176 ÆäÀÌÁö
...weeps, * She is late ;' The larkspur listens, ' I hear, I hear ;' And the lily whispers, * I wait.* 11. My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in...tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. MAUD. XXII. 1. * THE fault was mine, the fault was mine ' — Why am I sitting here so stunn'd and...
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Maud, and Other Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 180 ÆäÀÌÁö
...weeps, ' She is late ;' The larkspur listens, ' I hear, I hear ;' And the lily whispers, ' I wait.' 11. My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in...tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. XXII. 1. ' THE fault was mine, the fault was mine ' — Why am I sitting here so stunn'd and still,...
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Maud, and Other Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 180 ÆäÀÌÁö
...The larkspur listens, ' I hear, I hear ;' And the lily whispers, ' I wait.' 1L My heart would tear her and beat, Were it earth in. an earthy bed; My...tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. XXII. 1. ' THE fault was mine, the fault was mine '— Why am I sitting here so stunn'd and still,...
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The Irish Quarterly Review, 5±Ç

1855 - 1416 ÆäÀÌÁö
...weeps, ' She Is late ;' The larkspur listens, ' 1 hear, I hear ;' And the lily whispers, • I wait.' She Is coming, my own, my sweet ; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her ami beat, \\Vn- it earth in an earthy bed ; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century...
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