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" My breath to heaven like vapour 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 Lord : Make Thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies,... "
Magazine for the young - Сторінка 13
1862
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The Keepsake

1837 - 428 стор.
...The shadows of the convent towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours, That lead me to my Lord. Make thou my spirit pure...frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year, That on my bosom lies. As these white robes are soiled and dark To yonder shining ground, As this pale taper's...
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The Keepsake for ....

1837 - 432 стор.
...The shadows of the convent towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours, That lead me to my Lord. Make thou my spirit pure...frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year, That on my bosom lies. As these white robes are soiled and dark To yonder shining ground, As this pale taper's...
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Flowers and their associations

Anne Pratt - 1840 - 448 стор.
...of the laurustinus and the crocus? And who is not willing to say with the poet, to its Maker — '* Make Thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year, That on my bosom lies." This flower is often in bloom from the month of January until spring has quite taken...
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The Christian Remembrancer, Том 4

1842 - 740 стор.
...The shadows of the convenMowers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord : • Make Thou my spirit...That in my bosom lies. " As these white robes are soil'd and dark, To yonder shining ground ; As this pale taper's earthly spark, To yonder argent round...
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Poems, Том 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 стор.
...The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord : Make Thou my spirit pure...the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year II. As these white robes are soiled and dark, To yonder shining ground ; As this pale taper's earthly...
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Poems, Том 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 стор.
...my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year ST. AGNES, n. As these white robes are soiled and dark, To yonder...taper's earthly spark, To yonder argent round ; So shows my soul before the Lamb, My spirit before Thee ; So in mine earthly house I am, To that I hope...
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Poems, Том 2

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 стор.
...The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord : Make Thou my spirit pure...first snowdrop of the year That in my bosom lies. II. As these white robes are soiled and dark, To yonder shining ground ; As this pale taper's earthly...
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The Church of England quarterly review, Том 16

1844 - 530 стор.
...Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord. Make llmu my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies,...first snowdrop of the year That in my bosom lies." Tennyson, vol. ii., p. 171. These two last lines are of the very highest order of poetry. But the lustrous...
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The Living Age, Том 274

1912 - 880 стор.
...vapor goes:1 May my soul follow soon. . . . Make thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skiea, Or this first snowdrop of the year That In 'my bosom lies. Yet what leagues of thought, what uncrossed oceans, separate the two! Much is accounted for, perhaps,...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 стор.
...The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord : Make Thou my spirit pure...first snowdrop of the year That in my bosom lies. II. As these white robes are soiled and dark, To yonder shining ground ; As this pale taper's earthly...
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