Skimming down to Camelot : But who hath seen her wave her hand ? Or at the casement seen her stand ? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott ? Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the... Poems ... - Стр. 34авторы: Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1869 - Страниц: 639Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
| Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - Страниц: 510
...barges trail'd By slow horses; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd Skimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand ? Or at the casement...echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to tower 'd Camelot : And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - Страниц: 252
...trail'd By slow horses ; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd Skimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand ? Or at the casement...that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers " 'Tis the fairy... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - Страниц: 540
...trail'd By slow horses ; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd, Skimming down to Camelot : But who hath seen her wave her hand ? Or at the casement...stand ? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalolt ! Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - Страниц: 402
...trail'd By slow horses ; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd Skimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand ? Or at the casement...Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers " 'Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott." PART II. THERE she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - Страниц: 276
...trailed By slow horses ; and unhailed, The shallop flitteth silken-sailed, Skimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand ? Or at the casement...echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to towered Camelot: And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - Страниц: 286
...trailed By slow horses ; and unhailed, The shallop flitteth silken-sailed, Skimming down to Camelot : But who hath seen her wave her hand ? Or at the casement...? Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded baVley, Hear a song that echoes checrly From the river winding clearly, Down to towered Camelot : And... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - Страниц: 404
...trail' d By slow horses ; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken-sail' d Skimming down to Camelot : But who hath seen her wave her hand ? Or at the casement...echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to tower' d Camelot : And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1856 - Страниц: 400
...trail'd By slow horses ; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd Skimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand ? Or at the casement...Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers " 'Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott." PART II. THEBE she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1858 - Страниц: 402
...unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd Skimming down to Camelot But who hath seen her wave her hand 1 Or at the casement seen her stand ? Or is she known...Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers " 'Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott." PART II. THERE she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - Страниц: 366
...Shalott. By slow horses ; and unhailed, The shallop flitteth silken-sailed, Skimming down to Camelot : But who hath seen her wave her hand ? Or at the casement...echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to towered Camelot : And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening whispers... | |
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