 | 1871 - 776 页
...with the summer light The full-juiced apple, waxen over-mellow, Props in a silent autumn night. " But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly. How sweet (while warm airs lull us, blowing lowly) " To watch the emerald-colored water falling Through many a woven acanthus-wreath divine I Only to... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 366 页
...Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars, And eyes grown dun with gazing on the pilot-stara 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet (while...river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill — To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave through the thick-twined vine— To watch the... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 376 页
...task to hearts worn out with many wars, And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet (while...river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill — To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave through the thick-twined vine — To watch the... | |
 | George William Lyttelton Baron Lyttelton, William Ewart Gladstone - 1861 - 168 页
...Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars, And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet, while warm airs lull us, breathing lowly, With half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, To watch the long bright... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1862 - 698 页
...task to hearts worn out with many wars, And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet (while...river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill — To hear the dewy echoes calling * ., Through many a woven acanthus-wreath divine ! Only to hear... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1863 - 516 页
...task to hearts worn out with many wars, And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet (while...half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, Tp watch the long bright river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill — To hear the dewy... | |
 | 1863 - 224 页
...Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars, And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet, while warm airs lull us, breathing lowly, With half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, • To wateh the long... | |
 | Edward Lord Clark - 1864 - 376 页
...dale Was seen far inland, and the yellow down, Bordered with palm, and many a winding vale ..... " How sweet, — while warm airs lull us, blowing lowly,...river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill." Tennyson. THE small bay of Assouan lies beside the first cataracts of the Nile. It is the harbor of... | |
 | Hippolyte Adolphe Taine - 1864 - 516 页
...in its place, Ripens, and fade», and falls, and hath no toil, Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet, (while...blowing lowly,) With half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heavcn dark and holy, To w;itch the long bright river drawing slowly His waters from the purplc hill.... | |
 | Hippolyte Taine - 1864 - 514 页
...How swect, (whilc warm aiis lullns, blowing lowly,l With half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heavon dark and holy, To watch the long bright river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill. — To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave thro' the thick-twined vine. — To hear the... | |
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With half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, To watch the long bright river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill— To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave thro' the thick-twined vine— To watch the emerald-colour'd... 
