 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,...  Poems - Page 237by Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1877 - 379 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 pages
...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...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 threaten... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pages
...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...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 - English poetry - 1846 - 252 pages
...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...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 threaten'd... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 402 pages
...Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, RuiSes her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy...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 threaten'd... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1851 - 276 pages
...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,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - 286 pages
...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,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1856 - 400 pages
...Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Euffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy...verge of 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:... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1858 - 402 pages
...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...verge of 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... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - American poetry - 1858 - 642 pages
...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 pages
...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... | |
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