 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 páginas
...With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides...glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars. T. When on my goodly charger borne Thro' dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas morn,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 páginas
...With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides...glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars. v. When on my goodly charger borne Thro' dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas morn,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 páginas
...white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal barg, As down dark tides the glory slides, And, star-like,...mingles with the stars. When on my goodly charger borne Through dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas mom, The streets are dumb with snow.... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 páginas
...With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides...glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars. Y. When on my goodly charger borne Thro' dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas morn,... | |
 | 1876 - 818 páginas
...With folded feet in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God 1 My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides...glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars. Then move the trees, the copses nod, Wings flutter, voices hover clear : ' O just and faithful knight... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 páginas
...With folded feet, in stoies of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal bars. As down dark tides...mingles with the stars. When on my goodly charger borne Through dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas mom, The streets are dumb with snow.... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 páginas
...With folded feet, in stoics of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides...glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars. v. When on my goodly charger borne Thro' dreaming towns I go, The tempest crackles on the leads, And,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 252 páginas
...beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars. v. When on my goodly charger borne Thro' dreaming towns I go, The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, spins from brand and mail ; But o'er the dark a glory... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 290 páginas
...With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision! blood of God! My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-light mingles with the stars. v. When on my goodly charger borne Through dreaming towns I go,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 páginas
...With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-light mingles with the stars. T. When on my goodly charger borne Through dreaming towns I go,... | |
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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. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God... 
