 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....  The works of Alfred, lord Tennyson - Стр. 81авторы: Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1884Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | 1911 - Страниц: 592
...windblown fens, are for him as full of the intuition of divine presences as the consecrated shrine where ' Three angels bear the holy Grail, With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they Bail.' Yet, harmonious as the ' bodily seeming,' and the inner mind of the poem may be, it is likewise... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - Страниц: 250
...mountain-meres I find a magic bark ; I leap on board : no helmsman steers: I float til l all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels bear...glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars. v. When on my goodly charger borne The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, spins from brand... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - Страниц: 252
...beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars. T. When on my goodly charger borne Thro' dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas morn, The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, spins from brand and mail ; But o'er the dark a glory... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - Страниц: 256
...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...glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars. v. When on my goodly charger borne Thro' dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas morn,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - Страниц: 510
...: no helmsman steers : I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels hear the holy Grail : With folded feet, in stoles of white,...glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars. Y. When on my goodly charger borne Thro' dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas morn,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - Страниц: 558
...mountain-meres I lind a magic bark ; I leap on boarrl : no helmsman steers : I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels bear...vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal barg, As down dark tides the glory slides, And, star-like, mingles with the stars. When on my goodly... | |
 | 1876 - Страниц: 818
...Such hope, I know not fear ; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven . That often meet me here : — A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels bear...wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God 1 My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-like mingles with... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - Страниц: 540
...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 stoies of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - Страниц: 254
...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 stoics of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - Страниц: 252
...beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars. v. When on my goodly charger borne Thro' dreaming towns I go, The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, spins from brand and mail ; But o'er the dark a glory... | |
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