...find a magic bark ; I leap on board ; no herdsman steers ; I float till all is dark. A gentle Bound, an awful light ! Three angels bear the Holy Grail : With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sweeping wings they sail." The origin of the word in this sense is uncertain. It may be derived from...

...mountain-meres I find a magic bark ; I leap on board : no helmsman steers : I float till all is Hark. A gentle sound, an awful light '. Three angels bear...feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. The poet stands in solitude in presence of the mighty sea, and a tide of emotional grief swells his...

...the awful supernatural "light" Tennyson describes when he writes of the Holy Grail : — " A Rentle ath-jearim saying, The Philistines have brought again...LORD ; come ye down, and fetch it up to you. CHAPTER Sir Oalahad. (!3) I saw gods ascending out of the earth. — The king at ouce calms the witch's fears...

...mountain-meres I find a magic bark ; I leap on board : no helmsman steers : I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels bear...in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail." Nor is there any feeling evoked, save that of loving sympathy, when reading of the gentle lady with...

...mountain-meres I find a magic bark ; I leap on board : no helmsman steers : I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels bear...in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail." Xor is there any feeling evoked, save that of loving sympathy, when reading of the gentle lady with...

...prove to you that it is noble ? " And, tapping impatiently with her foot, she went on to herself — " A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels bear the holy Grail : With folded feet, in stoles of whits, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah ! blessed vision ! blood of God ! The spirit beats her mortal...

...mountain-meres I find a magic bark; I leap on board : no helmsman steers : I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels bear...dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas mom, The streets are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, spins from brand...

...mountain-meres I find a magic bark ; I leap on board : no helmsman steers : I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light! Three angels bear...my goodly charger borne Thro' dreaming towns I go, l20 EDWARD GRAY. The cock crows ere the Christmas morn, The streets are dumb with snow. The tempest...

...mountain meres I find a magic bark ; I leap on board : no helmsman steers : I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels bear...glory slides, And, star-like, mingles with the stars." Whilst in such legends as the Arthurian group the grain of truth, if it exists, is so embedded as to...

...leap on board : no helmsman steers : I float till all is dark. "A gentle sound, an awful light ! Those angels bear the Holy Grail : With folded feet, in...glory slides And star-like mingles with the stars. " So pass I hostel, hall, and grange ; By bridge and ford, by park and pale, All-armed I ride, whate'er...