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" EVE. DEEP on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon : My breath to heaven like vapor goes : May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my... "
Frank Leslie's Sunday Magazine - Sayfa 87
1887
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The Keepsake for ....

1837 - 432 sayfa
...Breadalbane's fury, and of Irish revenge. ST. AGNES. BY ALFRED TENNYSON. Deep on the convent roofs the snows Are sparkling to the moon, My breath to Heaven like vapour goes, May my soul follow soon. The shadows of the convent towers Slant down the snowy sward,...
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The Keepsake

1837 - 428 sayfa
...of Breadalbane's fury and of Irish revenge. ST. AGNES. BY ALFRED TENNYSON. DEEP on the convent roofs the snows Are sparkling to the moon, My breath to Heaven like vapour goes, May my soul follow soon. The shadows of the convent towers Slant down the snowy sward,...
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The Christian Remembrancer, 4. cilt

1842 - 750 sayfa
...AGNES. "DEEP on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon : My breath to heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the...hours That lead me to my Lord : Make Thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year That in my bosom lies. "...
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The Christian remembrancer; or, The Churchman's Biblical ..., 4. cilt

1842 - 736 sayfa
...snows Are sparkling to the moon : My breath to heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon f The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy...hours That lead me to my Lord: Make Thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year That in my bosom lies. "...
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Poems, 2. cilt

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 sayfa
...they fall, I will not vex my bosom, Enough if at the end of all A little garden blossom. ST. AGNES. i. DEEP on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon : My breath to heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward,...
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The Christian Remembrancer, 4. cilt

1842 - 740 sayfa
...our poet puts the following words, which may well dismiss such criticism as irrelevant. ST. AGNES. " DEEP on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon : My breath to heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon f The shadows of the convenMowers Slant down the snowy sward,...
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Magazine for the young, 1-3. ciltler

1862 - 908 sayfa
...follows him. Were there no hearers there would be no backbiters. POETRY. WINTER. DEEP on the minster-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon : My breath to heaven like vapour goes; May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the minster-towers Slant down the snowy sward,...
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Poems, 2. cilt

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 sayfa
...they fall, I will not vex my bosom, Enough if at the end of all A little garden blossom. ST. AGNES. i. DEEP on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon : My breath to heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward,...
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The Church of England quarterly review, 16. cilt

1844 - 530 sayfa
...shadows stealing momentarily on wards. The true character of the nun is caught at a single glance:— " The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy...with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord. Make llmu my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year That in my...
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The Living Age, 274. cilt

1912 - 880 sayfa
...hymn-books — the measure of "While shepherds watched their flocks by night," of the immortal "St. Agnes' Eve":— Deep on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon: My breath to heaven like vapor goes:1 May my soul follow soon. . . . Make thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skiea, Or...
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