 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 - 335. oldalszerző: Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 379 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | 1911 - 592 oldal
...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 (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 oldal
...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 - 510 oldal
...: 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 - 558 oldal
...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 - 818 oldal
...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 - 540 oldal
...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 - 254 oldal
...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 - 1850 - 402 oldal
...vessels sparkle clean, The shrill bell rings, the censer swings, And solemn chaunts resound between. Iv. Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres I find a magic...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 Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 290 oldal
...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...mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-light mingles with the stars. v. When on my goodly charger borne Through dreaming towns I go,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 oldal
...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...mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-light mingles with the stars. T. When on my goodly charger borne Through dreaming towns I go,... | |
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