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" And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. "
Alton Locke - Sayfa 281
Charles Kingsley tarafından - 1862
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, 181. cilt

1895 - 588 sayfa
...sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And through the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.' In the ' Ulysses ' the poet sings of the manly spirit which rises superior to all these temptations....
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Blackwood's Magazine, 65. cilt

1849 - 792 sayfa
...Here are cool mosses deep, And through the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leav'd flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. II. " Why are we weighed upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with sharp distress, While all things...
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Punch, 12-13. ciltler

1847 - 574 sayfa
...dosing ; for — " Here are cool mosses deep. And thro' tbc moos the Ivies creep, Aiid in the Btrc-am the long-leaved flowers weep. And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep." — All being beautifully descriptive of the scene and atmosphere of Downing Street. And now the Deputation...
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Poems, 1. cilt

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1843 - 260 sayfa
...sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. 2. Why are we weigh'd upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with sharp distress, While all things...
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Brownson's Quarterly Review

Orestes Augustus Brownson - 1855 - 568 sayfa
...shall man, the crowning piece of God's workmanship, walk with aimless feet ? Shall he be ' Weighed upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with sharp...distress, While all things else have rest from weariness ? ' t No ; man has a destiny, and to corrupt, to enfeeble, or to abandon those instincts, faculties,...
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The Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, 6. cilt

1845 - 608 sayfa
...sleep down from the blissful змее Here arn cool mosses deep, And through the moss the ¡vies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And...craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. ' Why are we weighed upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with »harp distress, While all things else have...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 sayfa
...sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. 2. Why are we weigh 'd upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with sharp distress, While all things...
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Poems, 1. cilt

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 252 sayfa
...sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep And...craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. Why are we weighed upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with sharp distress, While all things else have rest...
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Eclectic Magazine, and Monthly Edition of the Living Age, 17. cilt

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1849 - 608 sayfa
...Here are cr>ol mosses deep. And through the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leav'd flowers weep. And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. " Why are we weighed upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with sharp distress, While all things else have rest...
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The Living Authors of England

Thomas Powell - 1849 - 326 sayfa
...Here are cool mosses deep. And through trie moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leav'd flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. n. Why are we weighed upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with sharp distress, While all things...
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