 For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die. All...  The Argosy - Pàgina 233editat per - 1878Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | 1855 - 498 pàgines
...prettiest things the volume affords : " Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown ; Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone : And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the roses blown. For a breeze of morning... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 176 pàgines
...and color, 'Ah, be XX. MAUD. XXI. 1. COME into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone ; And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the roses blown. 2. For a breeze of morning... | |
 | 1855 - 1416 pàgines
...referred. The lines are as follow : — Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone ; And the woodbine apices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the roses blown. lor • breeze of morning... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 180 pàgines
...odor and color, ' Ah, be XX. XXI. 1. COME into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone ; And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the roses blown. 2. For a breeze of morning... | |
 | 1855 - 606 pàgines
...section (p. 67 et seq.) Thus : — " Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone ; And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the roses blown. " For a breeze of morning... | |
 | 1855 - 812 pàgines
...enchantress sung to him as she spun : — 14 Come Into the garden. Mend, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone ; And the woodbine ftplces are wafted abroad, And tho musk of the roses blown. For a breeze of morning... | |
 | Frances E. Percival - 1856 - 294 pàgines
...I shall not soon forget. A SONG. COME into the garden, Maud ; For the bkck bat, Night, has flown : Come into the garden, Maud ; I am here at the gate alone ; And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the roses blown. I AM FORGOTTEN NOW. THE... | |
 | S.D. Harris - 1858 - 400 pàgines
...raining 1 ume l.in * in I in Garden. Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone ; And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the roses blown : For a breeze of morning... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1859 - 188 pàgines
...odour and colour, ' Ah, be XXII. 1. COME into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone ; And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the roses blown. 2. For a breeze of morning... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1861 - 560 pàgines
...let the foolish yeoman go. " 1855.] Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone ; And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the roses blown. For a breeze of the morning... | |
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