...weeps, " She is late ; " The larkspur listens, " I hear, I hear," And the lily whispers, " I wait." XI. She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy...tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. TENNYSON. TO ALTHEA. WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings...

...She is near, she is near ; ' And the white rose weeps : ' She is late ; ' The larkspur listens — ' I hear, I hear ; ' And the lily whispers : ' I wait.'...tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red." Scarcely had the lovers met ere the brother of Maud broke in upon them, and heaped terms of disgrace...

...cries, "She is near, she is near;" And the white rose weeps, " She is late ; " The larkspur listens, " I hear, I hear; " And the lily whispers, " I wait."...tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. Alfred Tennyson. » I 2O* TELLING THE BEES. Here is the place ; right over the hill Runs the path I...

...white rose weeps, " She is late ' The larkspur listens, " I hear, I hear " ; And the lily whispers, " 1 wait." She is coming, my own, my sweet ; Were it ever...tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. XXIII. " THE fault was mine, the fault was mine " — Why am I sitting here so stunn'd and still, Plucking...

...cries, " She is near, she is near;" And the white rose weeps, " She is late;" The larkspur listens, " I hear, I hear;" And the lily whispers, " I wait."...tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. 1 he Defence of Lucknow. Banner of England, not for a season, O banner of Britain, hast thou Floated...

...Love's too precious to be lost, A little grain shall not be spilt. e. TENNYSON— In Memoriam. Ft. LXIV. She is coming my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy...tremble under her feet. And blossom in purple and red. /. TENNYSON— Maud. Pt. ХХП. St. ii. The nightingale, with long and low preamble, Warbled from...

...weeps, "She is late" ; The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear"; And the lily whispers, " I wait." 3d. She is coming, my own, my sweet ; Were it ever so...tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. PART II. I. fault was mine, the fault was mine " — Why am I sitting here so stunn'd and still, Plucking...

...makes haste to strangle the child, the child will not rest till it has poisoned the parent. (AW Hare. She is coming my own, my sweet ; Were it ever so airy...tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. ( Tennyton. Life outweighs all things if Love lies within it. (Goethe. Love is the emblem of eternity...

...cold as the bitter air. Some impish sprite seemed to mock him with the closing strain of the song: " She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy...tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red." All the charm had gone out of the words. Were such passionate yearnings actual, or at best more than...

...cries, ' She is near, she is near ; ' And the white rose weeps, ' She is late ; ' The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, ' I wait....tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. XLIV I HAVE led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none like her, none. And never yet so warmly...