 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, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories,...  The Heart of Oak Books: Fifth Book - Strana 76úprava: - 1908 - Počet stránok 303Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - Počet stránok 252
...Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles 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 (1st baron.) - 1843 - Počet stránok 256
...Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - Počet stránok 510
...Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy...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 - 1846 - Počet stránok 254
...Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles 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 - 1851 - Počet stránok 276
...Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan, That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy...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 - 1853 - Počet stránok 404
...Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Euflles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Eevolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - Počet stránok 286
...Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan, That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy...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 - Počet stránok 284
...Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan, That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy...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,... | |
 | Literary and Philosophical Society of Liverpool - 1898 - Počet stránok 248
...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 webs. Long stood Sir Bedevere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - Počet stránok 404
...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 webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Eevolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere... | |
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