 And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea. Where I will heal me of my grievous wound." So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume,...  Poems - Strona 237autor: Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1877 - Liczba stron: 379Pełny widok - Informacje o książce
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - Liczba stron: 256
...orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound." So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the...one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the meer the wailing died away. Here ended Hall, and our last light, that long Had wink'd and threaten... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - Liczba stron: 510
...orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crown 'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound." So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the...stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the huh1 Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the meer the wailing died away. Here ended... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - Liczba stron: 254
...orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound." So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the...one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the meer the wailing died away. Here ended Hall, and our last light, that long Had wink'd and threaten'd... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - Liczba stron: 402
...Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, RuiSes her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy...one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the meer the wailing died away. Here ended Hall, and our last light, that long Had wink'd and threaten'd... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - Liczba stron: 276
...lies Deep-meadowed, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crowned with summer sea, So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the...Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Looked one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the meer the wailing died away. Here ended Hall,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - Liczba stron: 286
...lies Deep-meadowed, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crowned with summer sea, So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the...Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Looked one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the meer the wailing died away. Here ended Hall,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1856 - Liczba stron: 400
...Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Euffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy...verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away. Here ended Hall, and our last light, that long Had wink'd and threaten'd darkness, flared and fell:... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1858 - Liczba stron: 402
...orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound." So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the...verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away. Here ended Hall, and our last light, that long Had wink'd and threaten'd darkness, flared and fell... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - Liczba stron: 642
...my grievous wound." 447 So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from tho brink, like somc full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere...verge of dawn. And on the mere the wailing died away. 14* EDWARD GRAY SWEET Emma Morcland of yonder town Met me walking on yonder way, " And have you lost... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - Liczba stron: 366
...orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crowned with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound." So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the...Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Looked one black dot against the verge of dawn, AIK! on the meer the wailing died away. Here ended... | |
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