 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - عدد الصفحات: 252
...him, and a cry Before. His own thought drove him like a goad. Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare...level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon. Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - عدد الصفحات: 256
...him, and a cry Before. His own thought drove him like a goad. Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare...level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon. Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them... | |
 | 1913 - عدد الصفحات: 878
...flight of stairs. Daniel clattered slowly and carefully up them, basing his feet, like Sir Bedivere, on "Juts of slippery crag that rang sharp-smitten with the dint of arm€d heels." We had reached the top in safety when I heard a thin and wavering squeal behind me,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - عدد الصفحات: 510
...and a cry Before. His own thought drove him like a goad. Dry clash 'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang 'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - عدد الصفحات: 254
...him, and a cry Before. His own thought drove him like a goad. Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare...level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon. Tlien saw they how there hove a dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - عدد الصفحات: 252
...him, and a cry Before. His own thought drove him like a goad. Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang 'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - عدد الصفحات: 276
...him, and a cry Before. His own thought drove him like a goad. Dry clashed his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clanged round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - عدد الصفحات: 286
...him, and a cry Before. His own thought drove him like a goad. Dry clashed his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clanged round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint... | |
 | Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - 1855 - عدد الصفحات: 520
...him, and a cry Before His own thought drove him like a goad. Dry cla-=h'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare...level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon." The two last lines place you on the very spot: you see it almost with your bodily eyes. And marvellous... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1856 - عدد الصفحات: 400
...him, and a cry Before. His own thought drove him like a goad. Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare...level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon. Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them... | |
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The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels And on a sudden, lo! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon. 
