 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...  The holy grail, and other poems - Página 138por Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1870Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 252 páginas
...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 one...So sigh'd the King, Muttering and murmuring at his car " Quick, quick ! I fear it is too late, and I shall die." But the other swiftly strode from ridge... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 276 páginas
...picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded through his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not words, Then took with care, and kneeling on one...shoulders drew the languid hands, And rising bore him through the place of tombs. But, as he walked, King Arthur panted hard, Like one that feels a nightmare... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - 284 páginas
...picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded through his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not words, Then took with care, and kneeling on one...shoulders drew the languid hands, And rising bore him through the place of tombs. But, as he walked, King Arthur panted hard, Like one that feels a nightmare... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - 286 páginas
...picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded through his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not words, Then took with care, and kneeling on one...shoulders drew the languid hands, And rising bore him through the place of tombs. But, as he walked, King Arthur panted hard, Like one that feels a nightmare... | |
 | David Charles Bell - 1856 - 466 páginas
...shoulders drew the languid hands, and rising bore him through the place of tombs. But as he walked, King Arthur panted hard, like one that feels a nightmare on his bed when all the house is mute. So sighed the king, muttering and murmuring at his ear, "Quick, quick ! I fear it is too late, and I shall... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 376 páginas
...picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded through his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not words, Then took with care, and kneeling on one...shoulders drew the languid hands, And rising bore him through the place of tombs. But, as he walked, King Arthur panted hard Like one that feels a nightmare... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 366 páginas
...picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded through his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not words, Then took with care, and kneeling on one...shoulders drew the languid hands, And rising bore him through the place of tombs. But, as he walked, King Arthur panted hard Like one that feels a nightmare... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1862 - 698 páginas
...picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded through his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not words, Then took with care, and kneeling on one...shoulders drew the languid hands, And rising bore him through the place of tombs. But, as he walked, King Arthur panted hard Like one that feels a nightmare... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1863 - 516 páginas
...picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded through his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not words, Then took with care, and kneeling on one...shoulders drew the languid hands, And rising bore him through the place of tombs. But, as he walked, King Arthur panted hard, Like one that feels a nightmare... | |
 | Henry Mills Alden, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman, Thomas Bucklin Wells - 1864 - 852 páginas
...he found not word?, Then took with care, and kneeling on one knee, O'er both hU shoulders drew tho languid hands, And rising bore him thro' the place...But, as he walk'd, King Arthur panted hard, Like one who feels a nightmare on his bed When all the house is mute. So sigh'd Ihe King, Muttering and murmuring... | |
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