 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1884 - 336 стор.
...morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper throng'd my pulses with the fulness of the Spring. Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately ships, And our spirits rush'd together at the touching of the lips. O my cousin, shallow-hearted ! O my Amy, mine no more... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1884 - 136 стор.
...morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper throng'd my pulses with the fulness of the Spring. Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately ships, And our spirits rush'd together at the touching of the lips. O my cousin, shallow-hearted ! O my Amy, mine no more... | |
 | Albert Ellery Berg - 1884 - 826 стор.
...on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, A:id her whisper thronged my pulses with the fullness of the spring. . Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately ships, And our spirts rushed together at the touching of the lips. Oh my cousin, shallow-hearted ! Oh my Amy, mine... | |
 | Brainerd Kellogg - 1884 - 486 стор.
...of the spring. Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately ships, And our spirits rush'd together at the touching of the lips. O my cousin, shallow-hearted ! O my Amy, mine no morel O the dreary, dreary moorland! O the barren, barren shore! Falser than all fancy fathoms, falser... | |
 | 1884 - 212 стор.
...all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight. Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately ships, And our spirits rush'd together at the touching of the lips. O my cousin, shallow hearted ! O my Amy, mine no more... | |
 | 1885 - 544 стор.
...morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper thronged my pulses with the fulness of the spring. Many an evening by the waters did we...spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips. 0 my cousin, shallow-hearted ! 0 my Amy, mine no more ! 0 the dreary, dreary moorland ! 0 the barren,... | |
 | Alfred Hix Welsh - 1882 - 1134 стор.
...morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring. And her whisper thronged my pulses with the fulness gers dropping through the bridge into the great tide...and upon further examination, perceived there were our lips. O my cousin shallow hearted! O my Amy, mine no more! O the dreary, dreary moorland ! O the... | |
 | Curtis Hidden Page - 1910 - 968 стор.
...morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper throng'd my pulses with the fulness in's whistle ! Go, my Love. 1855. side ONE WORD MORE.1 TO £. BB London, September, ISSH. TH rush'd together at the touching of the lips. O my cousin, shallow-hearted ! O my Amy, mine no more... | |
 | 1911 - 784 стор.
...morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper throng'd my pulses with the fullness of the Spring. Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately ships, And our spirits rush'd together at the touching of the lips. 0 my cousin, shallow-hearted ! 0 my Amy, mine no more... | |
 | 1912 - 440 стор.
...morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper thronged my pulses with the fulness of the spring. Many an evening by the waters did we...spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips. Locksley Hall 3°99 O my cousin, shallow-hearted! O my Amy, mine no more! 0 the dreary, dreary moorland!... | |
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Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight. 
