 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...  Poems - 200. oldalszerző: Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 374 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | Ebenezer Cobham Brewer - 2004 - 588 oldal
...mere. Sir Bedivere then carried the dying king to a barge, in which were three queens, who conveyed him to the island-valley of Avil'ion, " where falls not...or rain, or any snow, nor ever wind blows loudly." Here was he taken to be healed of his grievous wound ; but whether he lived or died we are not told.... | |
 | Francis O'Gorman - 2004 - 736 oldal
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 | Donna Heiland - 2004 - 232 oldal
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 | Francis O'Gorman - 2004 - 736 oldal
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 | Harrison S. Morris - 2005 - 328 oldal
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 | Peter H. Spectre - 2005 - 289 oldal
...winding river. And now it's time to go... lam going a long way. . . . To the island valley ofAvilion; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadowed, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea. —from "The... | |
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