 | Edmund Burke - Anglo-Dutch War, 1780-1784 - 1838 - 862 pages
...confused and loud, The shadow still the same ; And on my heavy eyelids My anguish hangs like shame. Alas ! for her that met me, That heard me softly call — Came glimmering thro the laurel* At the quiet even fall, In the garden by the turrets Of the old manorial hall. Then the broad... | |
 | 1845 - 888 pages
...confused and loud, That shadow still the same; And on my heavy eye-lids My anguish hangs like shame. Alas! for her that met me, That heard me softly call, Came glimmering through the laurels, At the quiet evening fall, In the garden, by the terrace Of the old manorial hall.... | |
 | Ireland - 1855 - 724 pages
...confused and loud, The shadow still the same; And on ray heavy eyelids My anguish hangs like shame. Alas for her that met me, That heard me softly call,...evenfall, In the garden by the turrets Of the old manorial ImlL Would the happy spirit descend. From the realms of light and song, In the chamber or the street,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1855 - 176 pages
...confused and loud, 9. The shadow still the same ; And on my heavy eyelids My anguish hangs like shame. 11. Alas for her that met me, That heard me softly call,...the garden by the turrets Of the old manorial hall. 12. Would the happy spirit descend, From the realms of light and song, In the chamber or the street,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 1855 - 180 pages
...confused and loud, The shadow still the same; And on my heavy eyelids My anguish hangs like shame. 11. Alas for her that met me, That heard me softly call,...the garden by the turrets Of the old manorial hall. 12. Would the happy spirit descend, Prom the realms of light and song, In the chamber or the street,... | |
 | 1855 - 714 pages
...darkened, there is this sigh of unutterable sadness, in which all the past is tenderly summed up : — " Alas for her that met me. That heard me softly call,...the garden by the turrets Of the old manorial hall." The lover goes mad, and raves at the society in which he has lived. He recovers, but Maud comes no... | |
 | American literature - 1855 - 684 pages
...unutterable sadness, in which all the post is tenderly summed up : — " Alas for her that met me, That hoard me softly call. Came glimmering thro' the laurels...the garden by the turrets Of the old manorial hall." The lover goes mad, and raves at the society in which he has lived. He recovers, but Maud comes no... | |
 | Ireland - 1855 - 1416 pages
...crowd confused and load. The shadow Mill the wme ; And on my heavy eyelids My anguish hangs like shame. Alas for her that met me, That heard me softly call, Came glimmering thro' the laurels At tl.e quiet crenfull, In the garden by the turrets Of the old manorial halt Would the happy spirit descend.... | |
 | 1855 - 1428 pages
...shame. Alas for her that met me, That heard me sufily call, fame glimmering thro' the laurels At tLe quiet evenfall, In the garden by the turrets Of the old manorial hall. Would the happy spirit descend, From the realms of light and song, In the chamber or the street, As... | |
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Would the happy spirit descend, From the realms of light and song, In the chamber or the street, As she looks among the blest, Should I fear to greet my friend Or to say 
