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" O, were I thou that she might take me in, And lay me on her bosom, and her heart Would rock the snowy cradle till I died! Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying as the tender ash delays To clothe herself, when all the woods are green? "
The Gentleman's Magazine, and Historical Chronicle, for the Year ... - Pagina 113
1848
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Volume 90

1849 - 604 pagina’s
...heart « Would rock the snowy cradle, till I died ! ' Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying as the tender ash delays To clothe herself,...' O tell her, brief is life but love is long, And britf the sun of summer in the North, And brief the moon of beauty in the South. ' O Swallow, flying...
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The Princess: A Medley

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1848 - 180 pagina’s
...her heart Would rock the snowy cradle till I died. ' Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying as the tender ash delays To clothe herself,...woods are green ? ' O tell her, Swallow, that thy hrood is flown : Say to her, I do but wanton in the South But in the North long since my nest is made....
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Eclectic Magazine, and Monthly Edition of the Living Age, Volume 19

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1850 - 604 pagina’s
...heart Would rock the snowy cradle, till I died ! " Why liugereth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying as the tender ash delays To clothe herself, when all the woods are green ? " О tell her, Swallow, that thy brood is flown : Say to her, I do but wanton in the South, But in...
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The Princess: A Medley

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 422 pagina’s
...her heart Would rock the snowy cradle till I died. ' Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying as the tender ash delays To clothe herself, when all the woods are green ? ' 0 tell her, Swallow, that thy brood is flown : Say to her, I do but wanton in the South But in...
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Preciosa: A Tale

Francis Turner Palgrave - 1852 - 358 pagina’s
...sometimes wish that she were a little less independent. "Why ling'reth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying, as the tender ash delays, To clothe herself when all the woods are green ?" The days go by in quiet happiness ; but no particular incident of mark has signalized them, and...
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The talking oak

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 326 pagina’s
...her heart Would rock the snowy cradle till I died. " Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying as the tender ash delays To clothe herself, when all the woods are green ? " 0 tell her, Swallow, that thy brood is flown : Say to her, I do but wanton in the South, But in...
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Jottings of a Year's Sojourn in the South: Or, First Impressions of the ...

A. De Puy Van Buren - 1859 - 336 pagina’s
...her heart Would rock the snowy cradle till I died ! "Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying as the tender ash delays To clothe herself when all the woods are green ? " 0 tell her, swallow, that thy brood is flown ; Say to her, I do but wanton in the South, But in...
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Notes and Queries

1860 - 568 pagina’s
...the oak to precede the ash, corroborating to a certain extent the testimony of the poet : — • " The tender ash delays To clothe herself when all the woods are green." The substratum here is magnesian limestone, but my remarks are borne out by the experience of a friend...
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Notes and Queries

1860 - 582 pagina’s
...found the oak to precede the ash, corroborating to a certain extent the testimony of the poet : — " The tender ash delays To clothe herself when all the woods are green." The substratum here is magnesian limestone, but my remarks are borne out by the experience of a friend...
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Poems: In Two Volumes, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1863 - 468 pagina’s
...her heart Would rock the snowy cradle till I died. " Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying as the tender ash delays To clothe herself, when all the woods are green ? " 0 tell her, Swallow, that thy brood is flown : Say to her, I do but wanton in the South, But in...
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