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...magic bark across the lonely mere, and the silvery words of the poem were ringing in her ears — " Three angels bear the holy Grail, With folded feet,...wings, they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God I My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory glides, And star-like mingles with...

...meres," and catches glimpses of angels with folded feet " in stoles of white," bearing the holy grail. " Ah ! blessed vision ! blood of God '. My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory tildes. And star-light mingles with the stars. . . So pass I hostel, hall, and grange, By bridge and...

...gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels benr the holy Grail : With folded feet, in etoles of while, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision !...mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, Aud Btur-iike mingles with the stars. When on my goodly charger borne Thro' dreaming towns I go, The...

...hooves his war-horse trod, From underneath his helmet flowed Hia coal-black curb, as on he rode." 1. "My spirit beats her mortal bars As down dark tides...glory slides, And starlike mingles with the stars." 2. " Gazing on the stars." 8. " The minstrel sings before them Of the ten years' war of Troy." 4. "...

...: no helmsman steers : I float till all is dark. A gentle sonnd, an awfnl light ! Three angels hear the holy Grail : With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, hlessed vision ! hlood of God l My spirit heats her mortal hars, As down dark tides the glory slides,...

...steer* ; I float till all 1> dark. A gentle sound, an iuvl'ul light ; Three angels bear the Holy Orail ; With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping...mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And starlight mingles with the stars/' To him alone the Holy Grail descended, and all its glory was unveiled...

...; I leap on board : no helmsman steers : I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light ; Three angels bear the Holy Grail : With folded feet,...mingles with the stars. When on my goodly charger borne Through dreaming towns I go, <&• SIR GALAHAD. The cock crows ere the Christmas morn, The streets...

...beaks and folded feet. I now know where Tennyson got his vision of the angels in Sir Galahad : — " With folded feet in stoles of white On sleeping wings they sail." "Why are stupid people and credulous fools likened to this glorious bird, that has wings like angels...

...; I leap on board : no helmsman steers : 1 float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels bear the holy Grail : "With folded feet,...on my goodly charger borne Thro' dreaming towns I gp, The cock crows ere the Christmas morn, The streets are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles on...