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, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories,... The Poetic and Dramatic Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson - Stran 437avtor: Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1898 - 887 straniCelotni ogled - O knjigi
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 strani
...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...hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the meer the wailing died away. Here ended Hall, and our last light, that long Had wink'd and... | |
| Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 strani
...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...hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the meer the wailing died away. Here ended Hall, and our last light, that long Had wink'd and... | |
| Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 strani
...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 strani
...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...hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the meer the wailing died away. Here ended Hall, and our last light, that long Had wink'd and... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 402 strani
...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 strani
...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...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,... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 404 strani
...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 strani
...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...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,... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - 286 strani
...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...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,... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1856 - 400 strani
...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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