 | 1895 - 588 páginas
...deep and returning to it again ' obtains recognition once more in the lines — ' Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me, And may there be...drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home.' ART. X. — 1. Cloudland : a Study on the Structure ani Characters of Clouds. By the Rev. W. CLEMENT... | |
 | 1897 - 852 páginas
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 | 1893 - 404 páginas
...them too late." "For man is man and master of his fate." — Geraint and Enid. "Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me ! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea. "For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear... | |
 | Francis Fisher Browne - 1889 - 374 páginas
...that our whole literature contains nothing more beautiful in its pathos than the verses entitled " Crossing the Bar." " Sunset and evening star, And...drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. 4 Twilight and evening bell. And after that the dark ! And may there be no sadness of farewell. When... | |
 | 1930 - 698 páginas
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 | 1965 - 268 páginas
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 | 1885 - 780 páginas
...one by one, with the ebb of the tide into the great unfathomable sea, with the " Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me ! And may there be...drew from out the boundless deep, Turns again home." And now, Sir Knights, as the hour approaches when my official career as your Grand Commander, shall... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1885 - 546 páginas
...Ultramontanes, Ward, How subtle at tierce and quart of mind with mind, How loyal in the following of thy Lord ! CROSSING THE BAR. SUNSET and evening star, And one...clear call for me ! And may there be no moaning of the When I put out to sea, as movmg seems But such a tide asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When... | |
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SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home.... 
