 Come from the woods that belt the gray hill-side, The seven elms, the poplars four, That stand beside my father's door, And chiefly from the brook that loves To purl o'er matted cress and ribbed sand, • Or dimple in the dark of rushy coves, Drawing...  The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal - Page 691894Full view - About this book
 | Robert Walsh, Eliakim Littell, John Jay Smith - American periodicals - 1832 - 648 pages
...white lin-lit upon the wall Of purple cliffs, aloof descried, Como froiTi the woods that belt the gray hillside, The seven elms, the poplars four That stand...o'er matted cress and ribbed sand. Or dimple in the park of rushy coves, Drawing into his narrow earthen urn. In every elbow and turn The filter'd tribute... | |
 | Chauncy Hare Townshend - Animal magnetism - 1840 - 604 pages
...invokes memory, he does not summon her to appear in the pomp of intellectual splendour, but he says — " Come from the woods that belt the grey hill-side,...ribbed sand, Or dimple in the dark of rushy coves." TENNYSON. Now let us consider that, to a mesmeric patient, the ordinary sensual consciousness is closed,... | |
 | English literature - 1842 - 416 pages
...home strikes us as peculiarly beautiful and natural : — " Come from the woods that belt the gray hill-side, The seven elms, the poplars four, That...chiefly from the brook that loves To purl o'er matted grass and ribbed sand, Or dimple in the dark of rushy coves, Drawing into his narrow earthern urn,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pages
...white light upon the wall Of purple cliffs, aloof descried : Come from the woods that belt the gray hill-side, The seven elms, the poplars four That stand...his narrow earthen urn, In every elbow and turn, The filter 'd tribute of the rough woodland. O ! hither lead thy feet ! Pour round mine ears the livelong... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1846 - 260 pages
...white light upon the wall Of purple cliffs, aloof descried : Come from the woods that belt the gray hill-side, The seven elms, the poplars four That stand...brook that loves To purl o'er matted cress and ribbed saud, Or dimple in the dark of rushy coves, Drawing into his narrow earthen urn, In every elbow and... | |
 | William Howitt - Literary landmarks - 1847 - 566 pages
...the woods that belt the gray hillside, The seven elms, the poplars four That stand beside my lather's door, And chiefly from the brook that loves To purl...his narrow earthen urn, In every elbow and turn, The filtered tribute of the rough woodlands. O ! hither bend thy feet ! Pour round mine eyes the livelong... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1851 - 276 pages
...white light upon the wall Of purple cliffs, aloof descried: Come from the woods that belt the gray hill-side, The seven elms, the poplars four, That...his narrow earthen urn, In every elbow and turn, The filtered tribute of the rough woodland. O ! hither lead thy feet! Pour round mine ears the livelong... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - 286 pages
...white light upon the wall Of purple cliffs, aloof descried : Come from the woods that belt the gray hill-side, The seven elms, the poplars four, That...his narrow earthen urn, In every elbow and turn, The filtered tribute of the rough woodland. O ! hither lead thy feet ! Pour round mine ears the livelong... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - 284 pages
...white light upon the wall Of purple clifFs, aloof descried : Come from the woods that belt the gray hill-side, The seven elms, the poplars four, That...that loves To purl o'er matted cress and ribbed sand, ODE TO MEMORY. Or dimple in the dark of rushy coves, Drawing into his narrow earthen urn, In every... | |
 | Abel Stevens, James Floy - American essays - 1856 - 596 pages
...from the woods that belt the gray hillside, The seven elms, the poplars four, That stand beside^my father's door, And chiefly from the brook that loves...cress and ribbed sand, Or dimple in the dark of rushy cores, Drawing into his narrow earthen urn, In every elbow and turn. The filter'd tribute of the rough... | |
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