 My breath to heaven like vapor 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,...  Through the Year with the Poets - Pagina 84de Oscar Fay Adams - 1885Vizualizare completă - Despre această carte
 | 1837 - 432 pagini
...Breadalbane's fury, and of Irish revenge. ST. AGNES. BY ALFRED TENNYSON. Deep on the convent roofs the snows Are sparkling to the moon, My breath to Heaven like vapour goes, May my soul follow soon. The shadows of the convent towers Slant down the snowy sward,... | |
 | 1837 - 428 pagini
...of Breadalbane's fury and of Irish revenge. ST. AGNES. BY ALFRED TENNYSON. DEEP on the convent roofs the snows Are sparkling to the moon, My breath to Heaven like vapour goes, May my soul follow soon. The shadows of the convent towers Slant down the snowy sward,... | |
 | Anne Pratt - 1840 - 448 pagini
...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 pagini
...they fall, I will not vex my bosom, Enough if at the end of all A little garden blossom. ST. AGNES. i. DEEP on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon : My breath to heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward,... | |
 | 1842 - 740 pagini
...our poet puts the following words, which may well dismiss such criticism as irrelevant. ST. AGNES. " DEEP on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon : My breath to heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon f The shadows of the convenMowers Slant down the snowy sward,... | |
 | 1862 - 908 pagini
...follows him. Were there no hearers there would be no backbiters. POETRY. WINTER. DEEP on the minster-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon : My breath to heaven like vapour goes; May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the minster-towers Slant down the snowy sward,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 pagini
...they fall, I will not vex my bosom, Enough if at the end of all A little garden blossom. ST. AGNES. i. DEEP on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon : My breath to heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward,... | |
 | 1844 - 530 pagini
...shadows stealing momentarily on wards. The true character of the nun is caught at a single glance:— " The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy...with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord. Make llmu my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year That in my... | |
 | 1912 - 880 pagini
...the measure of "While shepherds watched their flocks by night," of the immortal "St. Agnes' Eve":— Deep on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon: My breath to heaven like vapor goes:1 May my soul follow soon. . . . Make thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skiea, Or... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pagini
...they fall, I will not vex my bosom : Enough if at the end of all A little garden blossom. ST. AGNES. DEEP on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon : My breath to heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward,... | |
| |
