 ... tis time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight. And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My wound hath taken cold, and I shall die." So saying, from the pavement he half rose, Slowly, with pain, reclining on his arm, And looking...  The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson - Seite 267von Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1875 - 1710 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 Seiten
...pavement he half rose, Slowly, with pain, reclining on his arm, And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded...thro' his tears, And would have spoken, but he found qot words, Then took with care, and kneeling on one knee, O'er both his shoulders drew the languid... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 276 Seiten
...looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded through his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not...shoulders drew the languid hands, And rising bore him through the place of tombs. But, as he walked, King Arthur panted hard, Like one that feels a nightmare... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - 286 Seiten
...looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded through his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not...shoulders drew the languid hands, And rising bore him through the place of tombs. But, as he walked, King Arthur panted hard, Like one that feels a nightmare... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - 284 Seiten
...looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded through his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not...shoulders drew the languid hands, And rising bore him through the place of tombs. But, as he walked, King Arthur panted hard, Like one that feels a nightmare... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 644 Seiten
...pavement he half rose, Slowly, with pain, reclining on his arm, And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded...his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not word?, Then took with care, and kneeling on one knee, O'er both his shoulders drew the languid hands,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 366 Seiten
...looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded through his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not...shoulders drew the languid hands, And rising bore him through the place of tombs. But, as he walked, King Arthur panted hard Like one that feels a nightmare... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1862 - 698 Seiten
...looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded through his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not...shoulders drew the languid hands, And rising bore him through the place of tombs. But, as he walked, King Arthur panted hard Like one that feels a nightmare... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1863 - 516 Seiten
...looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded through his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not...shoulders drew the languid hands, And rising bore him through the place of tombs. But, as he walked, King Arthur panted hard, Like one that feels a nightmare... | |
 | Henry Mills Alden, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman, Thomas Bucklin Wells - 1864 - 852 Seiten
...pain, reclining on his arm, And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bcdivere Remorsefully regarded thro' his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not word?, Then took with care, and kneeling on one knee, O'er both hU shoulders drew tho languid hands,... | |
 | Richard Green Parker, James Madison Watson - 1866 - 618 Seiten
...looking wistfully with wild blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Eemorsefully regarded through his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not...shoulders drew the languid hands, And rising bore him through the place of tombs. 14. But as he walked, King Arthur panted hard Like one that feels a nightmare... | |
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