 Go not, happy day, From the shining fields, Go not, happy day, Till the maiden yields. Rosy is the West, Rosy is the South, Roses are her cheeks, And a rose her mouth. When the happy Yes Falters from her lips, Pass and blush the news O'er the blowing...  Sweet violet, and other stories - الصفحة 58بواسطة Christina Catherine Liddell - 1869عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - عدد الصفحات: 436
...minute, but for a minute, Come out to your own true lover, I " TBOf s*•! irr- ^-iiw- »• MAUD. XVII. Go not, happy day, From the shining fields, Go not, happy day, Till the maiden yields. Rosy is the West, Rosy is the South, Roses are her cheeks, And a rose her mouth. When the happy Yes... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - عدد الصفحات: 176
...Let not my tongue be a thrall to my eye, For I must tell her before we part, I must tell her, or die. Go not, happy day, From the shining fields, Go not, happy day, Till the maiden yields. Rosy is the West, Rosy is the South, Roses are her cheeks, And a rose her mouth. When the happy Yes... | |
 | 1855 - عدد الصفحات: 812
...sake, in putting a passage so outrageously silly as the following into the mouth of his hero : — " Go not, happy day, From the shining fields. Go not, happy day, Till the maiden yields. Rosy is the Wot, Kosy is the South, Boses are her cheeks, And a roso her mouth. When the happy Yee... | |
 | 1858 - عدد الصفحات: 866
...and only wonder how he could have so blurred his picture with bloodimages and diseased imaginings. "Go not, happy day, from the shining fields, Go not, happy day, till the maiden yields. Rosy is the west, rosy is the south, Roses are her cheeks, and a rose her month. When the happy ' yes... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1859 - عدد الصفحات: 188
...my tongue be a thrall to my eye, For I must tell her before we part, I must tell her, or die. XVII. Go not, happy day, From the shining fields, . Go not, happy day, Till the maiden yields. Rosy is the West, Rosy is the South, Roses are her cheeks, And a rose her mouth. When the happy Yes... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - عدد الصفحات: 364
...not my tongue be a thrall to my eye, For I must tell her before we part, I must tell her or die. xvn. Go not, happy day, From the shining fields, Go not, happy day, Till the maiden yields. Rosy is the West, Rosy is the South, Roses are her cheeks, And a rose her mouth. When the happy Yes... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - عدد الصفحات: 364
...not my tongue be a thrall to my eye, For I must tell her before we part, I must tell her or die. xvn. Go not, happy day, From the shining fields, Go not, happy day, Till the maiden yields. Rosy is the West, Rosy is the South, Roses are her cheeks, And a rose her mouth. When the happy Yes... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1862 - عدد الصفحات: 698
...not my tongue be a thrall to my eye, For I must tell her before we part, I must tell her or die. xvn. Go not, happy day, From the shining fields, Go not, happy day, rr»-n xl • i • n lill the maiden yields. Rosy is the West, Rosy is the South, Roses are her cheeks,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1863 - عدد الصفحات: 468
...my tongue be a thrall to my eye, For I must tell her before we part, I must tell her, or die. XVII. Go not, happy day, From the shining fields Go not, happy day, Till the maiden yields. Rosy is the West, Rosy is the South, Roses are her cheeks, And a rose her mouth. When the happy Yes... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 734
...my tongue be a thrall to my eye, For I must tell her before we part, I must tell her, or die. XVII. Go not, happy day, From the shining fields, Go not, happy day. Till the maiden yiel Is. Rosy is the West, Rosy is the South, Roses are her checks. And a rose her mouth. When the... | |
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