 In many a tender wheaten plot Flowers that were dead Live, and old suns revive; but not That holier head. By this white wandering waste of sea, Far north, I hear One face shall never turn to me As once this year: Shall never smile and turn and rest On...  The Church Quarterly Review - Sayfa 375editör: - 1882Tam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | Algernon Charles Swinburne - 1866 - 370 sayfa
...holier head. By this white wandering waste of sea, Far north, I hear One face shall never turn to me Shall never smile and turn and rest On mine as there,...The youngest to the oldest singer That England bore. I found him whom I shall not find TiU all grief end, In holiest age our mightiest mind, Father and... | |
 | James Anthony Froude, John Tulloch - 1866 - 860 sayfa
...сaП&ГхБвЬонea! artifice";. as, for instance, in the construction of such a sentence as this : I came as onc whose thoughts half linger, Half run before ; The youngest to the oldest singer That England bore. His language, at least, is purely and supremely simple ; it is marred by none of the faults characteristic... | |
 | Algernon Charles Swinburne - 1867 - 422 sayfa
...holier head. By this white wandering waste of sea, Far north, I hear One face shall never turn to me * Shall never smile and turn and rest On mine as there,...The youngest to the oldest singer That England bore. , I found him whom I shall not find Till all grief end, In holiest age our mightiest mind, Father and... | |
 | Algernon Charles Swinburne - 1868 - 376 sayfa
...laughs from sea to sea, Filled full of sun; All things come back to her, being free; All things but one. In many a tender wheaten plot Flowers that were dead...The youngest to the oldest singer That England bore. I found him whom I shall not find Till all grief end, In holiest age our mightiest mind, Father and... | |
 | Algernon Charles Swinburne - 1868 - 344 sayfa
...wandering waste of sea, Far north, I hear One face shall never turn to me Shall never smile and turf and rest On mine as there, Nor one most sacred hand...The youngest to the oldest singer That England bore. I found him whom I shall not find Till all grief end, In holiest age our mightiest mind, Father and... | |
 | John Forster - 1869 - 716 sayfa
...Live, and old suns revive; but not That holier head. By this white wandering waste of sea, Far north, 1 hear One face shall never turn to me As once this...The youngest to the oldest singer That England bore. I found him whom I shall not find Till all grief end, In holiest age our mightiest mind, Father and... | |
 | John Forster - 1869 - 726 sayfa
...hear One face shall never turn to me As once this year: Shall never smile and torn and rest On mine HS there, Nor one most sacred hand be prest Upon my hair....The youngest to the oldest singer That England bore. I found him whom I shall not find Till all grief end, In holiest age our mightiest mind, Father and... | |
 | John Forster - 1869 - 618 sayfa
...smile and turn and rest On mine as there, Nor one most sacred hand be prest Upon my hair. Ml. 83-89.] I came as one whose thoughts half linger, Half run before ; The younpest to the oldest singer That England bore. I found him whom I shall not find Till all grief end,... | |
 | 1873 - 860 sayfa
...unselfish reverence at the feet of the incomparable artist, the unconquerable freeman, to whom he " Came as one whose thoughts half linger. Half run before...youngest to the oldest singer That England bore." To some who then for the first time knew Landor, and who were not endowed with the refined perceptions... | |
 | Richard Monckton Milnes (Baron Houghton) - 1873 - 372 sayfa
...classic garden. So was it to the very last — to the Boy-poet, who shortly before his death, ' — came as one whose thoughts half linger, Half run before...The youngest to the oldest singer That England bore, — ' and took away the affectionate benediction of his predecessor in the noble art of keeping alive... | |
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