 My father held his hand upon his face ; I, blinded with my tears, " Still strove to speak : my voice was thick with sighs As in a dream. Dimly I could descry The stern black-bearded kings with wolfish eyes, Waiting to see me die. " The high masts flicker'd...  Calendar - Σελίδα 464των University of Cambridge - 1864Πλήρης προβολή - Σχετικά με αυτό το βιβλίο
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...blinded with my tears, " Still strove to speak : my voice was thick with sighs As in a dream. Dimly I could descry The stern black-bearded kings with wolfish eyes, Waiting to see me die. "The high masts flieker'd as they lay afloat ; The crowds, the temples, waver'd, and the shore; The bright death quiver'd... | |
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...was thick with sighs As in a dream. Dimly I could descry The stern black-bearded kings with wolf ish eyes, Waiting to see me die. ' The high masts flicker'd...the victim's throat ; Touch'd ; and I knew no more.' Whereto the other with a downward brow : ' I would the white cold heavy-plunging foam, Whirl'd by the... | |
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...The stern black-bearded kings witli wolnsh eyes, "Waiting to see me die. " The high masts nickci-'d as they lay afloat ; The crowds, the temples, waver'd,...The bright death quiver'd at the victim's throat, Touched ; and 1 knew no more." Whereto the other with a downward brow : " I would the white cold heavyplunging... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1888 - 336 σελίδες
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 | John Mackinnon Robertson - 1889 - 306 σελίδες
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 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson, Frederick James Rowe, William Trego Webb - 1890 - 178 σελίδες
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