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" And answer made King Arthur, 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 hath taken cold, and I shall die. "
Tennyson's Complete Works: (Including Queen Mary) - Страница 42
написао/ла Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1876
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Poems, Том 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 страница
...that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My wound hath taken cold, and I shall die." So...shoulders drew the languid hands, And rising bore him thro' the place of tombs. But, as he walk'd, King Arthur panted hard, Like one that feels a nightmare...
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Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 страница
...that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My wound hath taken cold, and I shall die." So...shoulders drew the languid hands, And rising bore him thro' the place of tombs. But, as he walk'd, King Arthur panted hard, Like one that feels a nightmare...
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Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 страница
...that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My wound hath taken cold, and I shall die." So...shoulders drew the languid hands, And rising bore him thro' the place of tombs. But, as he walk'd, King Arthur panted hard, Like one that feels a nightmare...
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Poems, Том 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 страница
...that I were gone. • Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My wound hath taken cold, and I shall die." So...thro' his tears, And would have spoken, but he found qot words, Then took with care, and kneeling on one knee, O'er both his shoulders drew the languid...
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Poems, Том 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 276 страница
...time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin; yet I fear My wound hath taken cold, and I shall die." So...a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded through his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not words, Then took with care, and kneeling...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 404 страница
...that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My wound hath taken cold, and I shall die." So...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...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - 286 страница
...that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My wound hath taken cold, and I shall die." So...a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded through his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not words, Then took with care, and kneeling...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - 284 страница
...that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive ray weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My wound hath taken cold, and I shall die." So...a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded through his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not words, Then took with care, and kneeling...
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Poems, Том 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 404 страница
...that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My wound hath taken cold, and I shall die." So...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...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1856 - 400 страница
...that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My wound hath taken cold, and I shall die." So...shoulders drew the languid hands, And rising bore him thro" the place of tombs. But, as he walk'd, King Arthur panted hard, Like one that feels a nightmare...
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