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" ... purpose waste in air : So waste not thou ; but come ; for all the vales Await thee; azure pillars of the hearth Arise to thee ; the children call, and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads... "
Royal Illustrated History of Eastern England: Civil, Military, Political ... - Page 99
by A. D. Bayne - 1873
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Sabrinae corolla in hortulis regiae scholae Salopiensis contextuerunt tres ...

Shrewsbury (England). Royal School - 1801 - 368 pages
...sound, — Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet : Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees. TENNYSON. Sprache. SBarum fann ber lebenbige ®eifl bem ©eifl шф! erfфeinen? ©priфt bie ©eele....
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Volume 154

1881 - 622 pages
...sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.' "We have quoted this passage because in its short compass there are illustrations of all Mr. Tennyson's...
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The Living Age, Volume 213

1897 - 986 pages
..."Princess:" — Sweeter thy voice: but every sound is sweet: Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees. The Mission of Tennyson. So much must suffice to indicate, in the briefest outline, and as if by few...
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The Princess: A Medley

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1848 - 186 pages
...every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.' So she low-toned ; while with shut eyes I lay Listening ; then look'd. Pale was the perfect face ;...
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Notes and Queries

1896 - 664 pages
...which MR. YARDLEY •quotes two, in 'The Princess':— Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees. Charles Kingsley praises these three lines highly, ая he well may. The island-valley of Avilion,...
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Sabrinae Corolla in Hortulis Regiae Scholae Salopiensis contexuerunt tres ...

Benjamin Hall Kennedy - 1850 - 364 pages
...— • Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet : Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees. TENNYSON. Sprache. SBarum fann bet tebenbige (Seifl bem ©eifî шф( erfcfyetnen? «Spricht bie ©cele,...
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Eclectic Magazine, and Monthly Edition of the Living Age, Volume 19

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1850 - 604 pages
...sound ! Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.' •' So she, low-toned ; while with shut eyes I lay Listening ; then look'd. Pale was the perfect face;...
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The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Volume 19

1850 - 600 pages
...sound ! Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.' " So she, low-toned ; while with shut eyes I lay Listening ; then look'd. Pale was the perfect face;...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 pages
...sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees." So she low-toned ; while with shut eyes I lay Listening ; then looked. Pale was the perfect face ;...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 290 pages
...sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees." So she low-toned; while with shut eyes I lay Listening; then looked. Pale was the perfect face; The...
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