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" ... that I love thee still. Perchance, and so thou purify thy soul, And so thou lean on our fair father Christ, Hereafter in that world where all are pure We two may meet before high God, and thou Wilt spring to me, and claim me thine, and know I am thine... "
Idylls of the King - 256. oldal
szerző: Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1859 - 261 oldal
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The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, 49. kötet

1860 - 620 oldal
...soul, Nor Lancelot, nor another. Leave me that, I charge theo, my last hope. Now must I leave. Through the thick night I hear the trumpet blow: They summon...must strike against my sister's son, Leagued with tho Lords of the White Horse, and Knights Once mine, and strike him dead, and meet myself Death, or...

Proceedings of the Literary & Philosophical Society of Liverpool, 52. kiadás

Literary and Philosophical Society of Liverpool - 1898 - 248 oldal
...thou Wilt spring to me, and claim me thine, and know I am thine husband — not a smaller soul, Not Lancelot, nor another. Leave me that, I charge thee, my last hope. Where true love is born there comes repentance. Arthur's tender forgiveness pierces her soul like a...

The Universal review, 2. kötet

1859 - 914 oldal
...manhood, then, he sang, The twain together well might change the world." In Arthur's last speech, — " Now must I hence. Thro' the thick night I hear the...hosts Far down to that great battle in the west, Where 1 must strike against my sister's son, Leagued with the lords of the While horse and knights Once mine,...

Idyls of the king. Author's ed

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1859 - 256 oldal
...thou Wilt spring to me, and claim me thine, and know I am thine husband — not a. smaller soul, 19* Nor Lancelot, nor another. Leave me that, I charge thee, my last hope. Now must I hence : Through the thick night I hear the trumpet blow : They summon me their king to lead mine hosts Far...

The Quarterly Review, 106. kötet

1859 - 598 oldal
...thou "Wilt spring to me, and claim me thine, and know I am thine husband — not a smaller soul, Not Lancelot, nor another. Leave me that, I charge thee, my last hope. Now must I hence. Through the thick night I hear the trumpet blow : They summon me, their king, to lead mine hosts Far...

Commercial Review of the South and West: A Monthly Journal of ..., 28. kötet

James Dunwoody Brownson De Bow, R. G. Barnwell, Edwin Bell, William MacCreary Burwell - 1860 - 756 oldal
...and thou Wilt spring to me, and claim me thine, and know I am thine husband — not a smaller soul Nor Lancelot, nor another. Leave me that, I charge thee, my last hope. Now must I hence : Through the thi :k night I hear the trumpet blow : They summon me, their king, to lead mine hosta...

Fragments of Criticism

John Nichol - 1860 - 256 oldal
...God, and thou Wilt spring on me, and claim me thine, and know 1 am thy husband — not a smaller soul, Nor Lancelot, nor another. Leave me that, I charge thee, my last hope. Now must I hence. Through the thick night I hear the trumpet blow ; They summon me their king to lead mine hosts Far...

Eclectic Magazine, and Monthly Edition of the Living Age, 49. kötet

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1860 - 624 oldal
...and thou Wilt spring to me, and claim me thine, and know I am thine husband — not a smaller soul, Nor Lancelot, nor another. Leave me that, I charge thee, my last hope. Now must I leave. Through the thick night I hear the trumpet blow : They summon me their King to lead mine hosts...

The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc ..., 2. kötet

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 364 oldal
...and thou Wilt spring to me, and claim me thine, and know I am tliine husband — not a smaller soul, Nor Lancelot, nor another. Leave me that, I charge...hosts Far down to that great battle in the west, Where 1 must strike against my sister's son, Leagued with the lords of the White Horse and knights Once mine,...

Poetical Works, 2. kötet

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 364 oldal
...and thou Wilt spring to me, and claim me thine, and know I am thine husband — not a smaller soul, Nor Lancelot, nor another. Leave me that, I charge...I hence. Thro' the thick night I hear the trumpet blo& : They summon me their King to lead mine hosts Far down to that great battle in the west, Where...




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