...every sound, — Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet : Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees. TENNYSON. Sprache. SBarum fann ber lebenbige ®eifl bem ©eifl шф! erfфeinen? ©priфt bie ©eele....

...the "Princess:" — Sweeter thy voice: but every sound is sweet: Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees. The Mission of Tennyson. So much must suffice to indicate, in the briefest outline, and as if by few...

...most sheltered monastic retreat (celibacy not being imperative) might have charms of its own : — The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees. It is only fair to add that the Old Man's familiarity with modern English literature was highly creditable....

...in the white ravine, Nor find him dropt upon the firths of ice, That huddling slant in furrow-cloven falls To roll the torrent out of dusky doors : But...Listening ; then look'd. Pale was the perfect face ; The bosom with long sighs labour'd ; and meek Seem'd the full lips, and mild the luminous eyes, And...

...ledges there to slope, and spill Their thousand wreaths of dangling water-smoke, That like a hroken purpose waste in air : So waste not thou ; but come...Listening ; then look'd. Pale was the perfect face ; The bosom with long sighs labour'd ; and meek Seem'd the full lips, and mild the luminous eyes, And...

...beauty of the line. Then the three lines, of which MR. YARDLEY •quotes two, in 'The Princess':— Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan...immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees. Charles Kingsley praises these three lines highly, ая he well may. The island-valley of Avilion,...

...in the white ravine, Nor find him dropt upon the firtha of ice, That huddling slant in furrow-cloven falls To roll the torrent out of dusky doors : But...Listening ; then look'd. Pale was the perfect face; The bosom with long sighs labor'd ; and meek Seem'd the full lips, and mild the luminous eyes, And...

...in the white ravine, Nor find him dropt upon the firths of ice, That huddling slant in furrow-cloven falls To roll the torrent out of dusky doors : But...Listening ; then look'd. Pale was the perfect face; The bosom with long sighs labor'd ; and meek Seem'd the full lips, and mild the luminous eyes, And...

...every sound, — • Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet : Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees. TENNYSON. Sprache. SBarum fann bet tebenbige (Seifl bem ©eifî шф( erfcfyetnen? «Spricht bie ©cele,...

...is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And...low-toned ; while with shut eyes I lay Listening ; then looked. Pale was the perfect face ; The bosom with long sighs labored ; and meek Seemed the full lips,...