...addition, a few lines further on, is too striking not to be noticed : The barge with oar and sail Mov'd from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That fluting a wild carol ere her death K nillrs her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. The Romance simply says, " And...

...wound."' Could anything be more imposing than this farewell, or more pathetic than this spectacle? — * Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till...one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the tneer the wailing died away.' In his minor key, Tennyson has perhaps produced nothing finer than this...

...with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound." So said he, and the barge with oar and Moved from the brink, like some fullbreasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, lluflles her pure eold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bediverc devolving...

...than the brutes, who [ = inasmuch as they] had a law and obeyed it.' — Kingsley. ft. Indefinite. ' And the barge with oar and sail moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan that [= when she] ruffles her pure cold plume and takes the flood.' — Tennyson. Obs. — Epithetic attributive...

...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...one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away. But when that moan had passed for evermore, The stillness of the dead world's...

...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...death. Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood [Bedivere With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black...

...orchardlawns And bowery hollows crown'dwith summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.' So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved...Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away. HERE ended Hall,...

...been made resembling thee. (i) Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despair. (j) Like some full-breasted swan That fluting a wild carol...cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. 7. A (i) Itaque postquam est Orci traditus thesauro. (ii) poiche mi serra Di questo fango uscir per...

...sat, a fugitive but still a queen, like Arthur of old "going a long way," while in fancy, we stood as stood Sir Bedivere, "Revolving many memories, till...one black dot against the verge of dawn And on the mere the wailing died away." Understanding By CHARLOTTE BECKER One only heard the beating rain, The...

...or any enow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; 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 from the beach like some full-breasted swan." It is, perhaps, in the poetry of Tennyson that one finds this...