Poems, Том 2Edward Moxon, 1842 - 231 страница |
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... moon was full . Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere : " The sequel of to - day unsolders all The goodliest fellowship of famous knights Whereof this world holds record . Such a sleep They sleep - the men I loved . I think MORTE D ...
... moon was full . Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere : " The sequel of to - day unsolders all The goodliest fellowship of famous knights Whereof this world holds record . Such a sleep They sleep - the men I loved . I think MORTE D ...
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... moon athwart the place of tombs , Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men , Old knights , and over them the sea - wind sang Shrill , chill , with flakes of foam . He , stepping down By zigzag paths , and juts of pointed rock , Came on ...
... moon athwart the place of tombs , Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men , Old knights , and over them the sea - wind sang Shrill , chill , with flakes of foam . He , stepping down By zigzag paths , and juts of pointed rock , Came on ...
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... moon , And flashing round and round , and whirled in an arch , Shot like a streamer of the northern morn , Seen where the moving isles of winter shock By night , with noises of the northern sea . So flash'd and fell the brand Excalibur ...
... moon , And flashing round and round , and whirled in an arch , Shot like a streamer of the northern morn , Seen where the moving isles of winter shock By night , with noises of the northern sea . So flash'd and fell the brand Excalibur ...
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... on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp - smitten with the dint of armed heels- And on a sudden , lo ! the level lake , And the long glories of the winter moon . • Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge 121 MORTE D'ARTHUR .
... on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp - smitten with the dint of armed heels- And on a sudden , lo ! the level lake , And the long glories of the winter moon . • Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge 121 MORTE D'ARTHUR .
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... Striped with dark blood : for all his face was white And colourless , and like the wither'd moon Smote by the fresh beam of the springing east ; And all his greaves and cuisses dash'd with drops Of MORTE D'ARTHUR . 13.
... Striped with dark blood : for all his face was white And colourless , and like the wither'd moon Smote by the fresh beam of the springing east ; And all his greaves and cuisses dash'd with drops Of MORTE D'ARTHUR . 13.
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Alice the nurse AMPHION answer'd beggar maid beneath betwixt blow bold Sir Bedivere bore breast breath cheek child Cophetua crag dark death dipt Dora dream earth Edward Gray Ellen Adair Eustace evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fancy flower folded gate golden gone grew hand happy hast hear heard heart Heaven hope hour King Arthur kiss kiss'd knees Lady Clare last embrace laugh'd light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Ronald mind moon moorland morn never night o'er pass'd praise QUEEN GUINEVERE replied rose round saints seem'd shade SIMEON STYLITES SIR LAUNCELOT sleep song soul sound spake speak stars stept summer sweet thee thine things thou art thought thrice thro thy dreams touch'd truth turn'd unto vapour Vext village maid voice whisper wife wind wither'd words yonder
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