 Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres I find a magic bark; I leap on board : no helmsman steers : I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light! Three angels bear the holy Grail : With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail.  The Hibernian Magazine. ... - Page 1691864Full view - About this book
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1870 - 264 pages
...solemn chants resound between. Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres I find a magic bark; I leap on hoard: no helmsman steers: I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels benr the holy Grail : With folded feet, in etoles of while, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1872 - 360 pages
...: no helmsman steers : I float till all is dark. A gentle sonnd, an awfnl light ! Three angels hear the holy Grail : With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, hlessed vision ! hlood of God l My spirit heats her mortal hars, As down dark tides the glory slides,... | |
 | Charles Henry Webb - 1874 - 700 pages
...beaks and folded feet. I now know where Tennyson got his vision of the angels in Sir Galahad : — " With folded feet in stoles of white On sleeping wings they sail." "Why are stupid people and credulous fools likened to this glorious bird, that has wings like angels... | |
 | Herbert Courthope Bowen - 1876 - 272 pages
...chants resound between. Sometimes, on lonely mountain-meres,* I find a magic bark ; I leap on board : no helmsman steers ; I float till all is dark. A gentle...an awful light ! Three angels bear the holy Grail : t With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1876 - 452 pages
...chaunts resound between. Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres I find a magic bark ; I leap on board: no helmsman steers: I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, and awful light ! Three angels bear the holy Grail: With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1877 - 392 pages
...hoard: no helmsman steers: I float till all is dark. A gentle sonnd, an awfnl light ! Three angels hear the holy Grail : With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, hlessed vision ! hlood of God ! My spirit heats her mortal hars, As down dark tides the glory slides,... | |
 | Albert Fytche - 1878 - 418 pages
...violence and wickedness more and more prevail." — Colonel Yule's "Marco Polo," ch. xv. p. 264-5. " A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels bear...Holy Grail : With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sweeping wings they sail. —What is it ? The phantom of a cup that comes and goes ? The cup, the cup... | |
 | Albert Fytche - 1878 - 422 pages
...violence and wickedness more and more prevail." — Colonel Yule's "Marco Polo," ch. xv. p. 264-5. " A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels bear...Holy Grail : With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sweeping wings they sail. —What is it? The phantom of a cup that comes and goes ? The cup, the cup... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1878 - 230 pages
...chaunts resound between. Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres I find a magic bark ; I leap on board : no helmsman steers : I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light I Three angels bear the holy Grail • With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they... | |
 | 1879 - 524 pages
...find a magic hark ; l leap on board: no helmsman steers: l float till all is dark. A gentle sound, and awful light ! Three angels bear the holy Grail : With...vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal burs¿ As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-like mingles with the sIars 'When on my goodly... | |
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