 A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, 'Place me in the...  The Atlantic Monthly - Stran 2411870Celotni ogled - O knjigi
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 366 strani
...And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmured Arthur, " Place me in the barge," And to the barge they came. There those three Queens... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 376 strani
...And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmured Arthur, " Place me in the barge," And to the barge they came. There those three Queens... | |
 | Frederick Metcalfe - 1861 - 462 strani
...perhaps most on polished minds, in out-of-the- world nooks like « this. Indeed it looks like ' A waste land where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world.' I manage to get to bed without availing myself of my host's polite offer of the abigail's assistance... | |
 | Andrew James Symington - 1862 - 340 strani
...The dazzling whiteness of the snow and the ice-blink, made our eyes ache. It was literally "A waste land where no one comes Or hath come since the making of the world." As we approach Hornafiord the character of the mountains changes; instead of great white massive KEAR... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1862 - 698 strani
...And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmured Arthur, " Place me in the barge," And to the barge they came. There those three Queens... | |
 | Andrew James Symington - 1862 - 340 strani
...The dazzling whiteness of the snow and the ice-blink, made our eyes ache. It was literally "A waste land where no one comes Or hath come since the making of the world." As we approach Hornafiord the character of the mountains changes; instead of great white massive NEAR... | |
 | I. T - 1863 - 300 strani
...stars, And as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come since the making of the world. And then she sprang to her feet, clasped her white arms wildly over her head, and burst into an agony... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1863 - 516 strani
...And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmured Arthur, " Place me in the barge," And to the barge they came. There those three Queens... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1864 - 692 strani
...and, as it were one voice, an agony of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills all night in a waste land, where no one comes, or hath come, since the making of the world. 1258 Then murinur'd Arthur, 'Place me in the barge,' and to the barge they came. There those three... | |
 | Hippolyte Adolphe Taine - 1864 - 516 strani
...stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation like a wind, that shrills AU night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. LITT. ANGL. IV — 30 leurs mains et prirent le roi et pleurèrent. — Mais celle qui était la plus... | |
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