Before I could read, I was in the habit on a stormy day of spreading my arms to the wind, and crying out ' I hear a voice that's speaking in the wind,' and the words * far, far away ' had always a strange charm for me. Teachers' Manual for Second Reader - Página 126editado por - 1904 - 307 páginasVisualização integral - Acerca deste livro
| Matthew Campbell - 1999 - 292 páginas
...remembered most vividly his sonic experiences. In the Memoir, Hallam Tennyson quotes him as saying, 'Before I could read I was in the habit on a stormy...crying out "I hear a voice that's speaking in the wind.'''1 The pre-literate boy, we are asked to believe, could speak in pentameters. In his monologue... | |
| C. C. Barfoot - 1999 - 368 páginas
...the Epilogue" (l l3). 26. See Robert Bernard Martin, Tennyson: The Unquiet Heart, Oxford, l983: "... the words 'far, far away' had always a strange charm for me" (2l). For the source of this quotation, see Hallam Tennyson, Alfred Lord Tennyson: A Memoir, 2 vols,... | |
| Cornelia D. J. Pearsall - 2008 - 408 páginas
...provides great solace. This telos, vouchsafed democratically "to all," could not be more "far off." "The words 'far, far away' had always a strange charm for me" (Poems, 3. 1 97), Tennyson mused, recalling his childhood absorption in a phrase that evokes both temporal... | |
| 1897 - 368 páginas
...flowers for my brother Charles, who was a year older than I was, Thomson then being the only poet I knew. Before I could read I was in the habit, on a stormy...About ten or eleven Pope's " Homer's Iliad " became a favourite of mine, and I wrote hundreds and hundreds of lines in the regular Popeian metre — nay,... | |
| Eugen Kölbing, Johannes Hoops, Arthur Kölbing, Reinald Hoops, Albert Wagner - 1899 - 496 páginas
...brother Charles , who was a year older than I was , Thomson then being the only poet I knew. Before l could read, I was in the habit on a stormy day of...words 'far, far away' had always a Strange charm for ine. About ten or eleven Pope's Homcr's Jliad became a favorite of mine and I wrote hundreds and hundreds... | |
| 1897 - 1218 páginas
...for my brother Charles, who was a year older than I was ; Thomson then being the only poet I knew. Before I could read, I was in the habit, on a stormy...arms to the wind and crying out, ' I hear a voice that - speaking in the wind ! ' and the words ' far, far away ' had always a strange charm for me.... | |
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