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" THERE is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes; Music... "
The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal - Page 490
1895
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Blackwood's Magazine, Volume 65

England - 1849
...they sang, ' Our island home Is far beyond the wave ; we will no longer roam.' " CHORIC SONO. I. There is sweet music here, that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pats ; Music that gentlier...
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Poems, Volume 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1843 - 231 pages
...once they sang, " Our island home Is far beyond the wave ; we will no longer roam." CHORIC SONG. 1. There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass ; Music that gentlier...
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The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Volumes 16-17

1849
...at once they sang, ' Our island home Is far beyond the wave ; we will no longer roam.' CIIORIC SONG. "There is sweet music here, that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass ; Music that genllier...
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The British Quarterly Review, Volume 2

Henry Allon - Christianity - 1845
...more;' And all at once they sang, ' Our island home Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam.' ' There is sweet music here, that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845
...once they sang, " Our island home Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam." CHORIC SONG. 1. There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass ; Music that gentlier...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 65

Scotland - 1849
...confusion worse than death, Trouble on trouble, pain on pain, Long labour unto aged breath. " . -' There is sweet music here, that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass ; Music that gentlier...
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The Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 17

1849
...they sang, ' Our islund home Is far beyond the wave ; we will no longer roam.' " спошс SONG. " which one grand natural spectacle awakened, another was first to 1849.] ROBERT BOYLE. sha night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass ; Music that gentlier...
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The Living Authors of England

Thomas Powell - Authors, English - 1849 - 316 pages
...once they sang, ' Our island home Is far beyond the wave ; we will no longer roam.' " CHORIC SONG. I. ".There is sweet music here, that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-news on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass ; Music that gentlier...
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The Christian Parlor Magazine, Volume 6

Religion - 1850
...they sang, ' Oar inland I. nine li far beyond the wave ; we will DO !nn i, ' roum.' CHOBIC SONG. ' There is sweet music here, that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the gran, Or night dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming past ; Mnsic that...
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POEMS

ALFRED TENNYSON - 1851
...at once they sang, "Our island home Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam." CHORIC SONG. 1. There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier...
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