 Come then, pure hands, and bear the head That sleeps or wears the mask of sleep, And come, whatever loves to weep, And hear the ritual of the dead. Ah yet, ev'n yet, if this might be, I, falling on his faithful heart, Would breathing thro...  New Englander and Yale Review - Página 604editado por - 1850Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Royal Historical Society (Great Britain) - 1873 - 476 páginas
...Is it within a helmless bark ? Nunc non e tumulo fortunataque favella Nascentur violae (Persius) — And from his ashes may be made The violet of his native land. Numquam te fallant, animi sub vulpe latentes (Horace) — Modred's narrow, foxy face, Heart-hiding... | |
 | 1874 - 588 páginas
...my deepest grief of all, When, filled with tears that cannot fall, I brim with sorrow drowning song. 'Tis well, 'tis something, we may stand Where he in...ashes may be made The violet of his native land." Coming out of the church and standing on the cliff looking down at the " gray stones," the " crags,"... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1874 - 798 páginas
...Memoriam. vi. And topples round the dreary west A looming bastion fringed with fire. In Memoriam. xv. And from his ashes may be made The violet of his native land.1 Ibid, xviii. I do but sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing. Ibid. xxi. The... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1875 - 170 páginas
...precious relics brought by thee ; The dust of him I shall not see Till all my widow'd race be run. XVIII. 'Tis well ; 'tis something ; we may stand Where he...familiar names to rest And in the places of his youth. Come then, pure hands, and bear the head That sleeps or wears the mask of sleep, And come, whatever... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1875 - 264 páginas
...precious relics brought by thee ; The dust of him I shall not see Till all my widow'd race be run. XVIII. 'Tis well ; 'tis something ; we may stand Where he...familiar names to rest And in the places of his youth. Come then, pure hands, and bear the head That sleeps or wears the mask of sleep, And come, whatever... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1875 - 494 páginas
...by thee : The dust of him I shall not see Till all my widow'd race be run. XVIII. 'T is well ; *t is something ; we may stand Where he in English earth...familiar names to rest And in the places of his youth. Come then, pure hands, and bearthe head That sleeps or wears the mask of sleep, And come, whatever... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1875 - 890 páginas
...did break. Kid. vi. And topples round the dreary west A looming bastion fringed with fire. Ibid. xv. And from his ashes may be made The violet of his native land.1 Ibid, xviii. I do but sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing. Ibid. xxi. The... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1876 - 452 páginas
...precious relics brought by thee ; The dust of him I shall not see Till all my widow'd race be run. XVIII. 'Tis well ; 'tis something ; we may stand Where he...from his ashes may be made The violet of his native laud. 'Tis little ; but it looks in truth As if the quiet bones were blest Among familiar names to... | |
 | John Player Crosby - 1876 - 76 páginas
...that the ocean refuses to give up his mortal part. " ' ' Tis little, but it looks in truth As though the quiet bones were blest Among familiar names to rest, And in the places of his youth.' But if this may not be, it need matter little, so long as no wave can wash out his " ' Footprints on... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1877 - 392 páginas
...I shall not see Till all my wldow'd race he ran. XVIII. 'T is well ; 't is something ; we may sUnd Where he in English earth is laid, And from his ashes may he made The violet of his native land. Т is little: hnt it looks in trnth As if the qniet hones were... | |
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