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" Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them ; and descending they were ware That all the decks were dense with stately forms Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream — by these... "
Tennyson's The Coming of Arthur: Gareth and Lynette, Lancelot and Elaine ... - Page 154
by Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1913 - 185 pages
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The Ladies' Cabinet of Fashion, Music & Romance

1867 - 738 pages
...the night, and threw herself on the " Chief of Lyonesse " with tender moans of grief, " And from her rose A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars, And...lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste laud, where no one conies Or hath come since the making of the world." Forgotten then the wilea of...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 pages
...That all the decks were dense with stately forms Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream — by these Three Queens with crowns of gold — and from them...shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, " Place me in the barge," And to...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 pages
...stately forms Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream—by these Three Queens with crowns of gold—and from them rose A cry that shiver'd to the tingling...shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, " Place me in the barge," And to...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 pages
...That all the decks were dense with stately forms Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream — by these Three Queens with crowns of gold — and from them...shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, " Place me in the barge," And to...
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The Living Age, Volume 196

1893 - 844 pages
...a laboring breast, And topples round the dreary west, A looming bastion fringed with fire. Nor his wind that shrills All night in a waste land where no one comes, • Nor hath come since the making of the world. "Nor a hundred other passages — fitter perhaps to...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pages
...That all the decks were dense with stately forms Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream — by these Three Queens with crowns of gold — and from them rose A cry that shiver 'd to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 pages
...That all the decks were dense with stately forms Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream — by these Three Queens with crowns of gold — and from them...it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a windv that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of...
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Poems, Volume 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 276 pages
...like a dream — by these Three Queens with crowns of gold—and from them rose A cry that shivered to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice,...shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmured Arthur, " Place me in the barge," And to...
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Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Volume 1

Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 pages
...deepen'd into night. WILLIAM ARCHF.R BATTEB. THE VOICE OF GBIEF. From them rose A cry that shivered to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice,...shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. TENNYSON. Birds, the free tenants of earth, air, and ocean,...
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The Illustrated Magazine, Volumes 23-24

1867 - 746 pages
...herself on the " Chief of Lyonesse " with tender moans of grief, " And from her rose A cry that shiver' d to the tingling stars, And as it were one voice, an...lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste laud, where no one comes Or hath come since the making of the world." Forgotten then the wiles of Launcelot...
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