 Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres 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.  The Hibernian Magazine. ... - Page 1691864Full view - About this book
 | 1911 - 592 pages
...windblown fens, are for him as full of the intuition of divine presences as the consecrated shrine where ' Three angels bear the holy Grail, With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they Bail.' Yet, harmonious as the ' bodily seeming,' and the inner mind of the poem may be, it is likewise... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1845 - 558 pages
...chants resound between. Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres I lind a magic bark ; I leap on boarrl : no helmsman steers : I float till all is dark. A gentle...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... | |
 | 1876 - 818 pages
...Such hope, I know not fear ; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven . That often meet me here : — A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels bear...wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God 1 My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-like mingles with... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pages
...chaunts resound between. Iv. Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres 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 hear the holy Grail : With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1846 - 254 pages
...chaunts resound between. IV. Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres I find a magic bark ; I leap on board : no helmsman steers : I float till all is dark. A gentle...angels bear the holy Grail : With folded feet, in stoics of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1846 - 540 pages
...chants resound between. Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres I find a magic bark ; I leap on board : no helmsman steers : I float till all is dark. A gentle...angels bear the holy grail : With folded feet, in stoies of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her... | |
 | English literature - 1856 - 412 pages
...have been his own : — " Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres, I find a magic bark : I leap on board : no helmsman steers : I float till all is dark. A gentle...sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of Qod ! My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-like mingles with... | |
 | Dante Alighieri - 1854 - 272 pages
...close Some rock or other thing the billows hide : 135 With spreading arms and folded feet7 it rose. 7 " With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail." TENNYSON, Sir Galahad. THE SEVENTEENTH CANTO. THE ARGUMENT : — The Monster described. Whilst Virgil... | |
 | Universities and colleges - 1857 - 818 pages
...his life to the quest. " Sometimes on lonely mountain meres I find a magic bark ; I leap on board ; no helmsman steers ; I float till all is dark. A gentle...wings they sail. Ah ! blessed vision ! blood of God ! Thy spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides, the glory slides, And, star-like, mingles with... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - Cholera - 1857 - 578 pages
...prove to you that it is noble ? " And, tapping impatiently with her foot, she went on to herself— " A gentle sound, an awful light! Three angels bear...wings they sail. Ah ! blessed vision ! blood of God ! The spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-like mingles with... | |
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