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... Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic - 198 ÆäÀÌÁöÀúÀÚ: Beautiful poetry - 1855Àüüº¸±â - µµ¼ Á¤º¸
| 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... | |
| 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... | |
| 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... | |
| 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... | |
| 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... | |
| 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... | |
| 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,... | |
| 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,... | |
| 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... | |
| 1855 - 812 ÆäÀÌÁö
...' She 1¬Ý coining, my owe. my sweet ; Were it ever so airy a tread. M ¬ä heart would hear her anil beat, Were It earth In an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, liad 1 lain for a century dead ; Would start and tremble under her feet, ¬¬Ú¬Ñ ¬½¬à¬¦¬Ò¬à¬ä in purple... | |
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