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,... The Poetical Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson ... - Seite 377von Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1908 - 713 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 Seiten
...or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where...stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the meer the wailing died away. Here ended... | |
| Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 Seiten
...or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where...stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the meer the wailing died away. Here ended... | |
| Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 Seiten
...blows 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...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 - 254 Seiten
...or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where...stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the meer the wailing died away. Here ended... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 402 Seiten
...or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where...full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, RuiSes her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 276 Seiten
...but it 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...stood 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... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 404 Seiten
...or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow' d, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where...full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Euflles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Eevolving... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - 284 Seiten
...but it 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...stood 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... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - 286 Seiten
...but it 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...stood 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... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1856 - 400 Seiten
...or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where...full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Euffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving... | |
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