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, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord... Macmillan's Magazine - ˹éÒ 411881ÁØÁÁͧ·Ñé§àÅèÁ - à¡ÕèÂǡѺ˹ѧÊ×ÍàÅèÁ¹Õé
| 1837 - 428 ˹éÒ
...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, Still creeping with the creeping hours,... | |
| 1837 - 432 ˹éÒ
...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, Still creeping with the creeping hours,... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 ˹éÒ
...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...heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours... | |
| 1842 - 740 ˹éÒ
...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...heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon f The shadows of the convenMowers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours... | |
| 1862 - 908 ˹éÒ
...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, That lead me to my Lord. Make Thou... | |
| Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 ˹éÒ
...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...heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours... | |
| 1912 - 880 ˹éÒ
...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,... | |
| Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 ˹éÒ
...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...heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 ˹éÒ
...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...heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 290 ˹éÒ
...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 vapor goes : May my soul follow soon! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy swr rd,... | |
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