 And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound." 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,...  The Poetical Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson: Poet Laureate - Side 377af Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1885 - 933 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 sider
...or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 sider
...or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 sider
...blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow 'd, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crown 'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 sider
...or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where...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... | |
 | England - 1851 - 346 sider
...the stately figures of three queens veiled in black, who bore away the hero to an enchanted island, " Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever...summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound." — After he had disappeared from the field of battle, King Arthur was expected back again by the British,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 276 sider
...but it lies Deep-meadowed, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crowned with summer sea, So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - 284 sider
...but it lies Deep-meadowed, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crowned with summer sea, So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - 286 sider
...but it lies Deep-meadowed, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crowned with summer sea, So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1856 - 400 sider
...or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where...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 Revolving... | |
 | David Charles Bell - 1856 - 466 sider
...wind blows loudly: but it lies deepmeadowed, happy, fair with orchard-lawns and bowery hollows crowned with summer sea— where I will heal me of my grievous...he, and the barge with oar and sail moved from the •'"" Uke 8ame full-breasted swan, that, fluting a wild carol flood w^J, ' ^mea her Pnre cold Plume... | |
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