...waves in softer murmurs glide, And ships secure without their haulsers ride. — Odyssey, 3 : Pope. There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals...between walls Of shadowy granite in a gleaming pass. — The Lotus Eaters : Tennyson. And here of weakness : So he with difficulty and labor hard Moved...

...numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease." "Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy -KEATS. "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." — TENNYSON. "In...

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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." — TENNYSON. "In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings...

...music far away, and for the exquisite sweetness of which there are no words. It was of that « ' Music that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night dews on still waters between walla Of shadowy granite in a gleaming pass.' Anon it changed, and rose to a ' full orb ' of strong,...

...at once they sang, ' Our island home Is far beyond the wave ; we will no longer roam.' CHORIC 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 gentlier...

...A golden mist rests forever over the miasma haunted swamps. This is the land of the Lotus-eaters. " There is sweet music here that softer falls, Than petals from blown roses on the grass. Music that gentlier on the spirit lies Than tired eyelids on tired eyes, Music that brings sweet sleep...

...wind in summer sighing Her voice was low and sweet." Tennyson says of the country of the lotus-eaters: "There is sweet music here that softer falls, Than...Of shadowy granite in a gleaming, pass; Music that gentller on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down...

...at once they sang, " Our island home Is far beyond the wave ; we will no longer roam." CHORIC 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 gentlier...

...that flutter overhead, the soft sighing of the wind that ever lightly stirs along the stream. Yes, ' There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass. Music that gentler on the spirit lies Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.' Above the gentler sounds...