 Far in a western brookland That bred me long ago The poplars stand and tremble By pools I used to know. There, in the windless night-time, The wanderer, marvelling why, Halts on the bridge to hearken How soft the poplars sigh. He hears: no more remembered...  The Personalist - Seite 92herausgegeben von - 1922Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
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 | Laurence Housman - 1900 - 334 Seiten
...of trees far away sends his soul back to the country that has lost him, and there ' the traveller, marvelling why, halts on the bridge to hearken how soft the poplars sigh,' not knowing that it is the lover himself who sighs in the trees all night. That is how the ghosts of... | |
 | Laurence Housman - 1900 - 336 Seiten
...of trees far away sends his soul back to the country that has lost him, and there ' the traveller, marvelling why, halts on the bridge to hearken how soft the poplars sigh,' not knowing that it is the lover himself who sighs in the trees all night. That is how the ghosts of... | |
 | Laurence Housman - 1901 - 338 Seiten
...of trees far away sends his soul back to the country that has lost him, and there ' the traveller, marvelling why, halts on the bridge to hearken how soft the poplars sigh,' not knowing that it is the lover himself who sighs in the trees all night. That is how the ghosts of... | |
 | Alfred Edward Housman - 1924 - 112 Seiten
...lay, And I stept out in flesh and bone Manful like the man of stone. LII FAR in a western brookland That bred me long ago The poplars stand and tremble...bridge to hearken How soft the poplars sigh. He hears : no more remembered In fields where I was known, Here I lie down in London And turn to rest alone.... | |
 | Alfred Edward Housman - 1922 - 112 Seiten
...lay, And I stept out in flesh and bone Manful like the man of stone. LII FAK in a western brookland That bred me long ago The poplars stand and tremble...on the bridge to hearken How soft the poplars sigh, 79 He hears : long since forgotten In fields where I was known. Here I lie down in London And turn... | |
 | Alfred Edward Housman - 1922 - 112 Seiten
...lay, And I stept out in flesh and bone Manful like the man of stone. LII FAR in a western brookland That bred me long ago The poplars stand and tremble...windless night-time, The wanderer, marvelling why, He hears: no more remembered In fields where I was known, Here I lie down in London And turn to rest... | |
 | Emily Beatrix Coursolles Jones - 1922 - 224 Seiten
...between her spoken words slipping on her tongue a poem about Shropshire: "Far in a Western brookland That bred me long ago, The poplars stand and tremble By pools I used to know. There, by the starlit fences, The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering... | |
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