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" But mine, but mine," so I sware to the rose, "For ever and ever, mine." And the soul of the rose went into my blood, As the music clashed in the hall; And long by the garden lake I stood, For I heard your rivulet fall From the lake to the meadow and on... "
The Rambler, a Catholic journal of home and foreign literature [&c.]. Vol.5 ... - Page 239
1855
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Notes and Queries

1897 - 1138 pages
...your foot shall set The primrose and the violet. Tennyson, in ' Maud,' pt. i. xxii. § 7, has : — From the meadow your walks have left so sweet That...jewel-print of your feet, In violets blue as your eyes. FC BIRKBEOK TERRY. "YEDE." — "It would be curious to know If the mistake really occurs in any other...
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Notes and Queries, Volume 95

1897 - 670 pages
...violet. Tennyson, in ' Maud,' pt. i. xxii. § 7, bae : — From the meadow your walks have left so iweet That whenever a March-wind sighs He sets the jewel-print of your feet, In violets blue as your eyes. FC BIRKBECK TERRY. "YEDE." — "It would be curious to know if the mistake really occurs in any other...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 78

1855 - 808 pages
...sonl of the rose went into my blood, As the music cla h'd in the hall ; And long by the garden lake I stood, For I heard your rivulet fall From the lake...that is dearer than all ; From the meadow your walks hare left so sweet That whenever a March-wind slgha He sets the jewel-print of your feet In violets...
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Maud, and Other Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 180 pages
...soul of the rose went into my blood, As the music clash'd in the hall ; And long by the garden lake I stood, For I heard your rivulet fall From the lake...on to the wood, Our wood, that is dearer than all; 7. He sets the jewel-print of your feet In violets blue as your eyes, To the woody hollows in which...
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Maud, and Other Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 176 pages
...soul of the rose went into my blood, As the music clash'd in the hall ; And long by the garden lake I stood, For I heard your rivulet fall From the lake...on to the wood, Our wood, that is dearer than all ; 7. He sets the jewel-print of your feet In violets blue as your eyes, To the woody hollows in which...
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The Irish quarterly review, Volume 5

1855 - 1428 pages
...the mosfc clash'd in the hall ; And long by the garden lake I stood, For I heard your rivulet foil From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood. Our...wood, that Is dearer than all ; From the meadow your walk* hare left »o sweet That whenever a March-wind sighs He sets the jewel-print of your feet In...
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The Irish Quarterly Review, Volume 5

1855 - 1416 pages
...of the rose went into my blood, As-the music clash 'd in the ball ; -':-'.! long by the garden lake I stood, For I heard your rivulet fall From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood, Oar wood, that is dearer than all ; From the meadow your walks have left so sweet '1 I/at whenever...
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The Dublin university magazine

University magazine - 1855 - 776 pages
...into my blood, As the music clash'd in the hall ; And long by the garden lake I stood, For I hoard your rivulet fall From the lake to the meadow, and on to the wood, Our wood, that U dearer than all. " The slender acacia would not shake One long milk-bloom on the tree ; The white...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 78

1855 - 812 pages
...the garden lake 1 stood, For I heard your rivulet fall From the lake to tho meadow and on \K tti» wood, Our wood, that is dearer than all; From the meadow your walks have left ^ sweet That whenever a March-wind sighs По sets the jewel-print of your feet In violets blue as...
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Dwight's Journal of Music, Volumes 7-8

John Sullivan Dwight - 1856 - 428 pages
...soul of the rose went into my blood, As the music clashed in the hall ; And long by the garden hike I stood, For I heard your rivulet fall From the lake...meadow and on to the wood, Our wood, that is dearer tlmn all; From the meadow your walks have left so sweet That whenever a March-wind sighs He sets the...
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