 Thro' dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas morn, The streets are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, springs from brand and mail; But o'er the dark a glory spreads And gilds the driving hail. I leave the plain,...  The Educator-journal - Seite 261900Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Blanche Wilder Bellamy - 1890
...are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, springs from brand and mail ; But o'er the dark a glory spreads, And gilds the driving...airs of heaven That often meet me here. I muse on you that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose odors... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson, Frederick James Rowe, William Trego Webb - 1890 - 154 Seiten
...are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, springs from brand and mail ; But o'er the dark a glory spreads, And gilds the driving...whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. 60 A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear ; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson, Frederick James Rowe, William Trego Webb - 1890 - 154 Seiten
...are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, springs from brand and mail ; But o'er the dark a glory spreads, And gilds the driving...whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. 60 A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear ; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1891
...crackles on the leads, And, ringing, springs from brand and mail; But o'er the dark a glory spreads, I leave the plain, I climb the height; No branchy...storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. A maiden knight—to me is given Such hope, I know not fear; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven That often... | |
 | Harrison Smith Morris - 1891
...streets are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles on the leads And, ringing, springs from brand and mail; But o'er the dark a glory spreads, And gilds the driving hail. Lord Tennyson. A Thought for the Time. 213 A THOUGHT FOE THE TIME. In a drear-nighted December, Too... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1893 - 374 Seiten
...streets are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, spins from brand and mail ; But o'er the dark a glory spreads, And gilds the driving...forms in whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windv fields. VI A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear ; I yearn to breathe... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1893 - 112 Seiten
...cock crows ere the Christmas morn, The streets are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles on the leads, But o'er the dark a glory spreads, And gilds the driving...But blessed forms in whistling storms Fly o'er waste feus and windy fields. 60 A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear ; I yearn to... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1894
...beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, 35 And star-like mingles with the stars. A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know...breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here. 40 I muse on joy that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace,... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1895 - 744 Seiten
...crackles on the leads, mail ; But o'er the dark a glory spreads, And, ringing, springs from brand and And gilds the driving hail. I leave the plain, I climb...often meet me here. I muse on joy that will not cease, Whose odors haunt my dreams ; And, stricken by an angel's hand, Pure spaces cloth'd in living beams,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1895
...streets are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, springs from brand and mail; But o'er the dark a glory spreads, And gilds the driving...breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here. VOL. II. G I muse on joy that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal... | |
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