...Were it earth in an earthy bed ; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead ; MO Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. IN MEMOEIAM. Strong Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and...

...weeps, " She is late ; " The larkspur listens, " I hear, I hear; " And the lily whispers, " I wait." She is coming, my own, my sweet ; Were it ever so...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...

...She is late ; ' The larkspur listens — ' I hear, I hear ; ' And the lily whispers : ' I wait.' " She is coming, my own, my sweet ; Were it ever so...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...

...near, she is near;" And the white rose weeps, " She is late ;" The larkspur listens, " I hear, I hear;" , and intrude, and climb into the ibid ? Of other...away the worthy bidden guest ; Blind mouths ! that startle and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. ALFRED TEXNYSOS. THE CALL. AWAKK...

...the moment is still that of desire, and the future tense has passed into the conditional 'if only': She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy...tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. Even in the swoon of imaginative death the heart is still preternaturally alert - 'my dust' is contradicted...

...rose weeps, 'She is late;' The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, 'I wait.' "She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red."...

...Tennyson reads on Edison's wax cylinder, the timeless present becomes eternity, the ground becomes air: She is coming, my own, my sweet Were it ever so airy...tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. (916-23) On the formal level, space functions to restrain full temporal unfolding and expansion too....

...waltz to which the poem was "made to dance": "Nothing fit for it but the human voice" (Ricks 560): She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy...tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. (I.XXIIjd. 916-924; Ricks 563) The singing mind is going wrong, singing itself to death, rhyming itself...

...late;' The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, 'I wait.' XI She is coining, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My In-art would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had...

...rose weeps, 'She is late;' The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, 'I wait.' 11 She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy...hear her and beat. Were it earth in an earthy bed; 70 My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her...