 | 1895 - 588 pages
...deep and returning to it again ' obtains recognition once more in the lines — ' Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me, And may there be...to sea, But such a tide as, moving, seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home.' ART.... | |
 | 1939 - 532 pages
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 | 1893 - 404 pages
...Westminster Abbey at his funeral, and a part of which was embroidered upon his pall: Sunset and evening star And one clear call for me! And may there be no...out to sea. But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight... | |
 | Francis Fisher Browne - 1889 - 374 pages
...that our whole literature contains nothing more beautiful in its pathos than the verses entitled " Crossing the Bar." " Sunset and evening star, And...to -sea, " But such a tide as moving seems asleep. Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. 4 Twilight... | |
 | 1885 - 776 pages
...one by one, with the ebb of the tide into the great unfathomable sea, with the " Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me ! And may there be...out to sea. But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep, Turns again home." And... | |
 | 1922 - 752 pages
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 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1889 - 192 pages
...Ultramontanes, Ward, How subtle at tierce and quart of mind with mind, How loyal in the following of thy Lord ! CROSSING THE BAR. SUNSET and evening star, And one...out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. * CROSSING... | |
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Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me, And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea. But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home.... 
