 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 ページ
...dark tides the 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...whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. vI. A maiden knight—to me is given Such hope, I know not fear ; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 ページ
...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...whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. IX. A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear ; I yearn to breathe the airs of... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 ページ
...morn, The streets are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, spins from hrand and mail ; But o'er the dark a glory spreads, And...whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear ; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 ページ
...ringing, spins from brand and mail ; But o'er the dark a glory spreads, And gilds the driving bnil. I leave the plain, I climb the height No branchy thicket...blessed forms in whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens und windy fields. A maiden knight — to me is given auch hope, I know not fear; I yearn to breathe... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 ページ
...When on my goodly charger borne Through dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas mom, The streets are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles...shelter yields ; But blessed forms in whistling storms A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 252 ページ
...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...shelter yields ; But blessed forms in whistling storms Ply o'er waste fens and windy fields. A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 ページ
...the driving hail. I leave the plain, I climb the height : No branchy thicket shelter yields ; IJut blessed forms in whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. VI. A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear ; I yearn to breathe the airs of... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 402 ページ
...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...whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. VI. A maiden knight—to me is given Such hope, I know not fear ; I muse on joy that will not cease,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 290 ページ
...the glory slides, And star-light mingles with the stars. v. When on my goodly charger borne Through dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas...shelter yields ; But blessed forms in whistling storms VI. A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 ページ
...the glory slides, And star-light mingles with the stars. T. When on my goodly charger borne Through dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas...shelter yields ; But blessed forms in whistling storms VI. A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear ; I yearn to breathe the airs of... | |
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My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars. When on my goodly charger borne Thro' dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas morn, The streets are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles... 
