 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1833 - 594 pages
...care has she, The Lady of Shalott.' A knight, however, happens to ride past her window, coming ' from Camelot ;* From the bank, and from the river, He flashed into the crystal mirror — " Tirra lirra, tirra Urra" (lirrar?) Sang Sir Launcelot.' — p. 15. The lady stepped to the window... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1833 - 586 pages
...has she, The Lady of Shalott.' A knight, however, happens to ride past her window, coming • from Camelot ;* From the bank, and from the river, He flashed into the crystal mirror — " Tirra lirra, tirra lirra," (lirrar?) Sang Sir Launcelot.' — p. 15. The lady stepped to the... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1833 - 596 pages
...care has she, The Lady of Shalott.' A knight, however, happens to ride past her window, coming ' from Camelot;* From the bank, and from the river, He flashed into the crystal mirror — " Tirra lirra, tirra lirra," (lirrar?) Sang Sir Launcelot.' — p. 15. The lady stepped to the... | |
 | Andrews Norton, Charles Folsom - American periodicals - 1833 - 518 pages
...1833.] POEMS BY ALFRED TENNYSON. Ill A knight, however, happens to ride past her window, coming "from Camelot ;« From the bank, and from the river, He flashed into the crystal mirror, — ' Tirra lirra, tirra lirra,' (lirrar ?) Sang Sir Launcelot." — p. 15. The lady stepped to the... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1843 - 260 pages
...brow in sunlight glow'd ; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode ; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode, As he rode down to Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flash'd into the crystal mirror, " Tirra lirra," by the river Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web,... | |
 | United States - 1844 - 671 pages
...trode, From underneath his helmet flowed His coal black curls, as on he rode, As he rode dqwn from Camelot. From the bank, and from the river, He flashed into the crystal mirror, 'Tirra lirra, tirra lirra,' Sang Sir Launcelot. She left the web; she left the loom : She made three... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pages
...brow in sunlight glow'd ; On burnish 'd hooves his war-horse trode ; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode, As he rode down to Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flash 'd into the crystal mirror, " Tirra lirra," by the river Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1846 - 540 pages
...brow in sunlight glow'd ; On burnish'd hooves his war-horne trade ; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode, As he rode down to Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flash'd into the crystal mirror, " Tirra lirra," by the river Sang Sir Lancelot. 450 457 She saw the... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1851 - 276 pages
...starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, trailing light, Moves over still Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glowed, On burnished hooves his war-horse...from the river He flashed into the crystal mirror, " Tirra lirra," by the river Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom, She made three... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - 284 pages
...starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, trailing light, Moves over still Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glowed ; On burnished hooves his...from the river He flashed into the crystal mirror, " Tirra lirra," by the river Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom, She made three... | |
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Tirra lirra," by the river Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces thro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. 
