 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 Tennyson - Seite 41von Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1872Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - 284 Seiten
...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 from the...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 Hall,... | |
 | Literary and Philosophical Society of Liverpool - 1898 - 248 Seiten
...death, Euffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedevere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one...verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away. There are those of us who would fain sweep the world clear of ills. There are those of us who have... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 404 Seiten
...Euffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Eevolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot...dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away. Here ended Hall, and our last light, that long Had wink'd and threaten'd darkness, flared and fell : At... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1856 - 400 Seiten
...orchard-lawns 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...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1858 - 402 Seiten
...orchard-lawns | 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...dawn, ' And on the mere the wailing died away. Here ended Hall, and our last light, that long Had wink'd and threaten'd darkness, flared and fell : i At... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1858 - 402 Seiten
...orchard-lawns 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...dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away. Here ended Hall, and our last light, that long Had wink'd and threaten'd darkness, flared and fell At which... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 642 Seiten
...my grievous wound." 447 So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from tho brink, like somc full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere...verge of dawn. And on the mere the wailing died away. 14* EDWARD GRAY SWEET Emma Morcland of yonder town Met me walking on yonder way, " And have you lost... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 366 Seiten
...orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crowned 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...Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Looked one black dot against the verge of dawn, AIK! on the meer the wailing died away. Here ended... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1862 - 698 Seiten
...orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crowned 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...Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Looked one black dot against the verge of dawn, Aixl on the raeer the wailing died away. Here ended... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1863 - 516 Seiten
...orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crowned 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...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 Hall,... | |
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