 Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk ; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font : The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers...  Miss Daisy Dimity, by the author of 'Queenie'. - Strana 265podľa Maria Henrietta De la Cherois-Crommelin - 1883Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | 1849 - Počet stránok 604
...Poets of her land : There to herself, all in low tones, she read. " Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white } Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk...porphyry font : The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me !] " Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. " Now lies... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1848 - Počet stránok 180
...Poets of her land : There to herself, all in low tones, she read : ' Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk...porphyry font : The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the... | |
 | 1848 - Počet stránok 738
...sort of serenade to him, and a beautiful one it is. Listen : — " Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk...porphyry font : The fire-fly wakens ; waken thou with me. Now droops the milk-white peacock liko a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the... | |
 | 1850 - Počet stránok 600
...Poets of her land : There to herself, all in low tones, she read. " ' Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk...porphyry font : The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me ! " ' Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. " ' Now... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1850 - Počet stránok 604
...Poets of her land: Thereto herself, all in low tones, she read. " ' Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk...porphyry font: The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me ! " ' Now droops the milkwhite peacock ¡ike a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. " ' Now... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - Počet stránok 300
...she, near me, held A volume of the Poets of her land : There to herself, all in low tones, she read : Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk ; Nor winks...porphyry font : The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me. " Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. " Now lies... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - Počet stránok 290
...she, near me, held A volume of the-Poets of her land : There to herself, all in low tones, she read: Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks...porphyry font: The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me. " Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. " Now lies... | |
 | 1848 - Počet stránok 708
...reading a sort serenade to him, and a beautiful one it Listen : — " Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk...porphyry font: The fire-fly wakens ; waken thou with me. Now droops the milk-white peacock like ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - Počet stránok 468
...she, near me, held A volume of the Poets of her land : There to herself, all in low tones, she read : Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk ; Nor winks...porphyry font : The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me. " Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. " Now lies... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - Počet stránok 200
...Poets of her land : There to herself, all in low tones, she read. ' Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk...Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font : The fire-flv wakens : waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost... | |
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