 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 366 pàgines
...Or power of movement, seemed my soul, 'Mid onward-sloping motions infinite Making for one sure goal. A still salt pool, locked in with bars of sand ; Left on the shore ; that hears all night The plunging seas draw backward from the land Their moon-led waters white. A star that with the choral starry dance... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1862 - 698 pàgines
...Or power of movement, seemed my soul, 'Mid onward-sloping motions infinite Making for one sure goal. A still salt pool, locked in with bars of sand ; Left on the shore ; that hears all night The plunging seas draw backward from the land Their moon-led waters white. A star that with the choral starry dance... | |
 | James Hogg, Florence Marryat - 1871 - 822 pàgines
...nature. Thus, the cherished isolation became itself a terrible vengeance : • A still salt pool, lock'd in with bars of sand; Left on the shore ; that hears all night The plunging seas draw backward from the land Their moon-led waters white. Shut up as in a crumbling tomb, girt... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1863 - 516 pàgines
...Or power of movement, seemed my soul, 'Mid onward-sloping motions infinite Making for one sure goal. A still salt pool, locked in with bars of sand ; Left on the shore ; that hears all night The plunging seas draw backward trom the land Their moon-led waters white. 1 A star that with the choral starry... | |
 | Alexander Hay Japp - 1865 - 284 pàgines
...hapless self-worship. This fine but wretched soul, in her self-sought artistic isolation, has become " a still salt pool, locked in with bars of sand ; left on the shore," whose chief misery it is to hear the ceaseless moan and movement of the great ocean of life from which... | |
 | Alexander Hay Japp - 1865 - 284 pàgines
...hapless self-worship. This fine but wretched soul, in her self-sought artistic isolation, has become " a still salt pool, locked in with bars of sand; left on the shore," whose chief misery it is to hear the ceaseless moan and movement of the great ocean of life from which... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 398 pàgines
...Or power of movement, seemed my soul, *Mid onward-sloping motions infinite Making for one sure goal. A still salt pool, locked in with bars of sand ; Left on the shore ; that hears all night The plunging seas draw backward from the land Their moon-led waters white. A star that with the choral starry dance... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 734 pàgines
...my soul, 'Mid onward-sloping motions infinite Making for one sure goal. A- still salt pool, lock'd in with bars of sand ; Left on the shore ; that hears all night The plunging seas draw backward from the land Their moon-led waters white. A star that with the choral starry dance... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1868 - 402 pàgines
...seem'd my soul, 'Mid onward-sloping motions infinite Making for one sure goal. A still salt pool, lock'd in with bars of sand ; Left on the shore ; that hears all night The plunging seas draw backward from the land Their moon-led waters white. A star that with the choral starry dance... | |
 | 1849 - 528 pàgines
...thought of Him who is source both of goodness and beauty, is likened to ' A salt, still pool, lock'd in with bars of sand ; Left on the shore ; that hears all night The plunging seas draw backward from the land Their moonlit waters white.' These are pictures, undeniably ; and... | |
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A still salt pool, lock'd in with bars of sand ; Left on the shore ; that hears all night The plunging seas draw backward from the land Their moon-led waters white. 
