 Singing alone in the morning of life, In the happy morning of life and of May, Singing of men that in battle array, Ready in heart and ready in hand, March with banner and bugle and fife To the death for their native land. Maud with her exquisite face,...  The British Quarterly Review - Pagina 4041875Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Robert Kemp Philp - 1855 - 936 pagina’s
...banner and bugle and flfe To the death, for their native land. Maud with her exquisite face, And will voice pealing up to the sunny sky, And feet like sunny gems on an English green, Hand in the light of her youth and her grace, Singing of Death, and of Honour that cannot die, Till... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 180 pagina’s
...heart and ready in hand, March with banner and bugle and fife To the death, for their native land. 2. Maud with her exquisite face, And wild voice pealing...so sordid and mean. And myself so languid and base. 3. Silence, beautiful voice! Be still, for you only trouble the mind With a joy in which I cannot rejoice,... | |
 | 1855 - 946 pagina’s
...heart and ready in hand, March with banner and bugle and fife To the death for their native land. ii. ' Maud with her exquisite face, And wild voice pealing...so sordid and mean, And myself so languid and base. in. ' Silence, beautiful voice ! Be still, for you only trouble the mind With a joy in which I cannot... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 180 pagina’s
...and ready in hand, March with banner and bugle and fife To the death, for their native land. 1. I. And feet like sunny gems on an English green, Maud...her youth and her grace, Singing of Death, and of Honor that cannot die, Till I well could weep for a time so sordid and mean, And myself so languid... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 176 pagina’s
...with banner and bugle and fife To the death, for their native land. Maud with her exquisite face, 2. And feet like sunny gems on an English green, Maud...her youth and her grace, Singing of Death, and of Honor that cannot die, Till I well could weep for a time so sordid and mean, And myself so languid... | |
 | 1855 - 808 pagina’s
...and fife To the death for their native land. Maud with her exquisite face, And wild voice pealing np to the sunny sky, And feet like sunny gems on an English green, Maud in the light of her yonth and her grace, Singing of Death, and of Honour thnt cannot die, Tlll I well could weep for o... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 436 pagina’s
...native land. 2. Maud with her exquisite face, And feet like sunny gems on an English green, Maud m the light of her youth and her grace, Singing of Death, and of Honor that cannot die, Till I well could weep for a time so sordid and mean, And myself so languid... | |
 | 1855 - 812 pagina’s
...heart and ready in hand, Marcli with banner and bugle and fife To the death for their native land. Maud with her exquisite face, And wild voice pealing up to the sonny rty. And feet like sunny gems on an E::g!L;h green, Maud In tho light of her yonth and her prace.... | |
 | 1856 - 780 pagina’s
...lady. He hears her sing, and is charmed out of las crustiness, and almost out of his caution, by •" Maud with her exquisite face, And wild voice pealing...sky, And feet like sunny gems on an English green." If Mr. Tennyson had been playing "What is my thought like?" it seems to us that it would have taxed... | |
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