 A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here. I muse on joy that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose...  Poems - Страница 176написао/ла Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 231 страницаПуни преглед - О овој књизи
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson, Frederick James Rowe, William Trego Webb - 1890 - 182 страница
...thicket shelter yields ; But blessed forms in whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. 60 A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know...by an angel's hand, This mortal armour that I wear, 70 This weight and size, this heart and eyes, Are touch'd, are turn'd to finest air. The clouda are... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson, Frederick James Rowe, William Trego Webb - 1890 - 178 страница
...thicket shelter yields ; But blessed forms in whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. 60 A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know...by an angel's hand, This mortal armour that I wear, 70 This weight and size, this heart and eyes, The clouds are broken in the sky, And thro' the mountain-walls... | |
 | Blanche Wilder Bellamy, Maud Wilder Goodwin - 1890 - 416 страница
...thicket shelter yields; But blessed forms in whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know...airs of heaven That often meet me here. I muse on you that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose odors... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1891 - 56 страница
...thicket shelter yields ; But blessed forms in whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know...living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose odors haunt my dreams ; And, stricken by an angel's hand, This mortal armor that I wear, This weight... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1891 - 302 страница
...yields; But blessed forms in 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...living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose odors haunt my dreams; And, stricken by an angel's hand, This mortal armor that I wear, This weight... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1893 - 302 страница
...thicket shelter yields; But blessed forms in whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. A maiden knight — -to me is given Such hope, I know...living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose odors haunt my dreams; And, stricken by an angel's hand, This mortal armor that I wear, This weight... | |
 | Sir Mungo William MacCallum - 1894 - 464 страница
...thicket shelter yields ; But blessed forms in whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. " A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know...haunt my dreams ; And, stricken by an angel's hand, f This mortal armour that I wear, This weight and size, this heart and eyes, Are touch'd, are turn'd... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1894 - 922 страница
...thicket shelter yields ; But blessed forms in whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know...not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure liiies of eternal peace, Whose odours haunt my dreams ; And, stricken by an angel's hand, This mortal... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1894 - 348 страница
...beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, 35 And star-like mingles with the stars. A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know...breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here. 40 I muse on joy that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace,... | |
 | Kate Stephens, Charles Eliot Norton, George Henry Browne - 1895 - 328 страница
...thicket shelter yields; But blessed forms in whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know...living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose odors haunt my dreams; And, stricken by an angel's hand, This mortal armor that I wear, This weight... | |
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