 So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some fullbreasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories,...  The works of Tennyson. Sch. ed - Página 72por Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1884Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson, Frederick James Rowe, William Trego Webb - 1890 - 182 páginas
...loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crowned with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.'...Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull 270 Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away. DORA. V... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson, Frederick James Rowe, William Trego Webb - 1890 - 178 páginas
...island-valley of Avilion ; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, 260 And bowery hollows crowned with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.'...Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull 270 Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away. DORA. WITH... | |
 | Henry Augustin Beers - 1890 - 320 páginas
...loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard-lawns, And bowery hollows crowned with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound."...full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Rufiles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving... | |
 | Charles Anderson Dana - 1890 - 976 páginas
...loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadowed, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowering hollows crowned with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound."...with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breast«! swan, That, fluting a wild carol, ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes... | |
 | Sara A. Hamlin - 1892 - 210 páginas
...loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard-lawns, And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.'...Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Looked one black dot against the>erge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away." THE CANTERBURY... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1892 - 904 páginas
...blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadovv'd, happy, fair with orchardlawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.'...takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away. HERE ended Hall,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1892 - 896 páginas
...blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fairwith orchardlawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.'...fullbreasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Rulfles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood . With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir 7° Look'd one... | |
 | Henry Augustin Beers - 1894 - 342 páginas
...loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard-lawns, And bowery hollows crowned with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound."...Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Looked one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away. BUGLE SONG.... | |
 | Louis Du Pont Syle - 1894 - 496 páginas
...loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard-lawns 430 And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.'...full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, 435 Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving... | |
 | Louis Du Pont Syle - 1894 - 478 páginas
...Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard-lawns 430 And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, \Vhere I will heal me of my grievous wound.' So said he,...full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, 435 Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood \Vith swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving... | |
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