 My wound hath taken cold, and I shall die." So saying, from the pavement he half rose, Slowly, with pain, reclining on his arm, And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded thro...  Poems - Страница 212написао/ла Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854Пуни преглед - О овој књизи
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 страница
...breathing hard : " My end draws nigh ; 'tis time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My...a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded thro' his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not words, Then took with care, and kneeling on... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 страница
...breathing hard : " My end draws nigh; 'tis time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My...a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded thro' his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not words, Then took with care, and kneeling on... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 страница
...hard : " My end draws nigh ; 'tis time that I were gone. • Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My...a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded thro' his tears, And would have spoken, but he found qot words, Then took with care, and kneeling on... | |
 | 1878 - 676 страница
...Arthur... " My end draws nigh ; 'tis time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My wound 1мЛ taken cold, and I shall die." Him Sir Bedivere... then took with care... O'er both his shoulders...... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 404 страница
...breathing hard : " My end draws nigh ; 'tis time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My...with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Eemorsefully regarded thro' his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not words, Then took with... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1856 - 400 страница
...breathing hard: " My end draws nigh ; 'tis time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My...a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded thro' his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not words, Then took with care, and kneeling on... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 644 страница
...breathing hard : " My end draws nigh ; 'tis time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin; yet I fear My wound...a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded thro' his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not word?, Then took with care, and kneeling on... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 642 страница
...breathing hard: "My end draws nigh; 'tis time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My...from the pavement he half rose, Slowly, with pain, rcclining on his arm, And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully... | |
 | Henry Mills Alden, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman, Thomas Bucklin Wells - 1864 - 852 страница
...breathing hard : •'My end draws nigh ; 'tis time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My...wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bcdivere Remorsefully regarded thro' his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not word?, Then... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 734 страница
...breathing hard : " My end draws nigh ; 't is time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My...a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded thro" his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not words, Then took with care, and kneeling on... | |
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