 Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres I find a magic bark; I leap on board, no helmsman steers, I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light! Three angels bear the holy Grail: With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail....  Poems - Page 335by Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1856 - 379 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Blanche Wilder Bellamy - Readers - 1890 - 410 pages
...mountain-meres I find a magic bark ; I leap on board : no helmsman steers : I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels bear...holy Grail : With folded feet, in stoles of white, Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1891 - 144 pages
...mountain-meres I find a magic bark ; I leap on board : no helmsman steers : I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels bear...dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas mom, The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, springs from brand and mail ; But o'er the dark... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - Arthurian romances - 1891 - 56 pages
...clergymen. 38. A magic bark. See page 29, lines 610-15. SIR GALAHAD. 43 A gentle sound, an awful light t Three angels bear the holy Grail : "With folded feet,...mingles with the stars. When on my goodly charger borne Through dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas morn, The streets are dumb with snow.... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1892 - 904 pages
...mountain-meres I find a magic bark; I leap on board : no helmsman steers : I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light! Three angels bear...Thro' dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christinas morn, The streets are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles on the leads, But o'er the dark... | |
 | Hugh Walker - English literature - 1913 - 1114 pages
...; I leap on board : no helmsman steers : I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light I Three angels bear the holy Grail : With folded feet,...in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail." The incidents of this Quest are not original with Tennyson : he is nowhere more indebted to his authorities... | |
 | Hugh Walker, Janie Roxburgh Walker - English literature - 1913 - 1116 pages
...steers : I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light I Three angels bear the holy Grnil : With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail." The incidents of this Quest are not original with Tennyson : he is nowhere more indebted to his authorities... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1914 - 140 pages
...mountainmeres I find a magic bark ; I leap on board; no helmsman steers ; I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels bear...dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, springs from brand and mail ; But o'er the dark a... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1914 - 476 pages
...mountain-meres I find a magic bark ; I leap on board : no helmsman steers : I float till all is dark. 40 A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels bear...my goodly charger borne Thro' dreaming towns I go, BO The cock crows ere the Christmas morn, The streets are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles on the... | |
 | Martha Adelaide Holton, Charles Madison Curry - Readers - 1914 - 308 pages
...mountain meres I find a magic bark; I leap on board: no helmsman steers: 40 I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels bear...feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. 45 Ah, blessed vision! blood of God! My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory... | |
 | Henry Carr Pearson, Mary Frederika Kirchwey - English language - 1915 - 506 pages
...mountain-meres I find a magic bark ; I leap on board ; no helmsman steers ; I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels bear...mingles with the stars. When on my goodly charger borne Through dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas morn, The streets are dumb with snow.... | |
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