 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 ˹éÒ
...breath, Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...the purple hill — To hear the dewy echoes calling Prom cave to cave thro' the thick-twined vine — To hear the emerald-colour'd water falling Thro'... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 252 ˹éÒ
...Sore tasks to hearts worn out with many wars And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...From cave to cave thro' the thick-twined vine — To hear the emerald-colour'd water falling Thro' many a wov'n acanthus-wreath divine ! Only to hear and... | |
 | 1879 - 442 ˹éÒ
...hearing the downward stream, With half-shut eyes ever to seem Falling asleep in a half-dream ; ****** How sweet (while warm airs lull us, blowing lowly)...To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave through the thick-twined rine — To watch the emerald-color'd water falling Through many a wov'n acanthus-wreath... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 276 ˹éÒ
...breath, Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars, And eyes grown dim with gazing on'the pilot-stars. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, His waters from the purple hill — To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave through the thick-twined... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 404 ˹éÒ
...breath, Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill — L 2 To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave thro' the thick-twined vine — To watch... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - 284 ˹éÒ
...Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars, And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, His \vaters from the purple hill — To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave through the... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - 286 ˹éÒ
...Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars, And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, His waters from the purple hill — To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave through the thick-twined... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 404 ˹éÒ
...breath, Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...cave thro' the thick-twined vine — To watch the emerald-colour' d water falling Thro' many a wov'n acanthus-wreath divine ! Only to hear and see the... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1856 - 400 ˹éÒ
...breath, Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill— L 2 To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave thro' the thick-twined vine—- To watch the... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1858 - 402 ˹éÒ
...breath, Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill — L2 To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave thro' the thick-twined vine — To watch the... | |
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With half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, To watch the long bright river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill— To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave thro' the thick-twined vine— To watch the emerald-colour'd... 
