 And rising bore him thro' the place of tombs. * Icebergs. But, as he walk'd, King Arthur panted hard, Like one that feels a nightmare * on his bed When all the house is mute. So sigh'd the king, Muttering and murmuring at his ear, " Quick, quick ! I fear...  The National Review - Page 399edited by - 1855Full view - About this book
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - Arthurian romances - 1903 - 180 pages
...knee, O'er both his 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...ridge, Clothed with his breath, and looking, as he walked, 350 Larger than human on the frozen hills. He heard the deep behind him, and a cry Before.... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - Arthurian romances - 1903 - 140 pages
...hands, And rising bore him thro' the place of tombs. But, as he walk'd, King Arthur panted hard, w5 Like one that feels a nightmare on his bed When all...But the other swiftly strode from ridge to ridge, MO Clothed with his breath, and looking, as he walk'd, Larger than human on the frozen hills. He heard... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1903 - 644 pages
...knee, O'er both his shoulders drew the languid hands, And rising bore him thro' the place of tombs. 175 But, as he walk'd, King Arthur panted hard, Like one...Quick, quick ! I fear it is too late, and I shall die.' 180 But the other swiftly strode from ridge to ridge, Clothed with his breath, and looking, as he walk'd,... | |
 | Charles Herbert Sylvester - 1903 - 358 pages
...knee, O'er both his 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...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 - Arthurian romances - 1903 - 156 pages
...knee, O'er both his 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 on his bed 315 When all the house is mute. So sigh'd the King, Muttering and murmuring at his ear, ' Quick, quick... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - Arthurian romances - 1903 - 184 pages
...knee, O'er both his 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 on his bed 345 When all the house is mute. So sigh'd the King, Muttering and murmuring at his ear, " Quick, quick... | |
 | George Roy Elliott, Norman Foerster - English poetry - 1923 - 864 pages
...panted hard, Like one that feels a nightmare on hi< bed 34= When all the house is mute. So sighed tht King, Muttering and murmuring at his ear, "Quick quick!...ridge, Clothed with his breath, and looking, as he walked, 350 Larger than human on the frozen hills. He heard the deep behind him, and a cry Before.... | |
 | Alice Meynell - Children's poetry - 1923 - 260 pages
...knee, O'er both his 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...King, Muttering and murmuring at his ear, " Quick, I fear it is too late, and I shall die." But the other swiftly strode from ridge to ridge, Clothed... | |
 | Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig, Asa Don Dickinson - American literature - 1922 - 1920 pages
...knee, O'er both his 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...a nightmare on his bed When all the house is mute. !5o sigh'd the king. Muttering and murmuring at his ear, " Quick, quick ! I fear it is too late, and... | |
 | Clarence Edward Andrews, Milton Oswin Percival - English poetry - 1924 - 624 pages
...knee, O'er both his 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...Muttering and murmuring at his ear, 'Quick, quick I I fear it is too late, and I shall die.' But the other swiftly strode from ridge to ridge, Clothed... | |
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