...appears again as the leading metaphor in The Passing of Arthur, whose exit is compared to the bird that, " fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles...cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs." And last of all, chiefest of all, it is the figure by which one naturally describes the best and greatest...

...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 verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away. 160 — MY MOTHER'S...

...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...

...blows loudly, but it lies Deep-meadowed, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crowned with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound....he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the bank, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold...

...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 270 Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, [221[ And on the mere the wailing died away. Here...

...blows loudly: but it lies Deep-mcadow'd, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea. Where I will heal me of my grievous wound."...cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Ixjng stood Sir Bedivere Revoking many memories, till the hull Look'cl one black dot against the verge...

...the meadows, orchards, and summer sea very English. So said he, and the barge with oar and sail 265 Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan...the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere There are many instances here of successive stressed syllables, slowing the movement of the verse in...

...Tennyson, who had written The Dying Swan, after the farewell speech in The Passing of Arthur wen1 on: So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved...That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her cold plume and takes the flood With swarthy webs.21 Coleridge, referring to contemporary poetasters,...